{"id":1432,"date":"2012-10-18T22:47:30","date_gmt":"2012-10-18T22:47:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=1432"},"modified":"2012-10-18T22:47:30","modified_gmt":"2012-10-18T22:47:30","slug":"city-of-fields","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2012\/10\/city-of-fields\/","title":{"rendered":"City of Fields"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It was sunset, the skies grew darker and the sun disappeared behind the clouds. The island of Manhattan transformed into an artificial landscape of neon lights from billboards and street lamps. She stepped out of her apartment in her leather trench coat and boots.<\/p>\n

She was never afraid of the dark, no matter how dead the night could be.<\/p>\n

She hated the sun.<\/p>\n

It burns into her skin, and causes her intense pain.<\/p>\n

The sun, sunflower fields. Her father, beside her, yelling at her mother. Her memories, filtered sepia, the brightness of sunflower fields and the violence of her father.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It was sunset, the skies grew darker and the sun disappeared behind the clouds. The island of Manhattan transformed into an artificial landscape of neon lights from billboards and street lamps. She stepped out of her apartment in her leather trench coat and boots. She was never afraid of the dark, no matter how dead […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n