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Fifty-Word Fantasy, Day 4 (Angle)

Alone, it drifts onward. The shining white bulb crawls through the sky at glacial pace.

The predator enters stage left, screaming ahead at supersonic speed. There is no question about interception, or of who might win this contest of strength.

A minute burst. The balloon breaks and begins drifting apart.

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