"Yeah."
The artist woman's facial expression deflated into simplified. She listened.
"Now everybody is disillusioned."
"So, the illusion is what's broken?!"
Young people still in shock looked at what the woman said like the words were physical things on the lawn.
"Some of us might be too."
"I get that, but no."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I don't accept that from you." She didn't point but met eyes. "Or you. Or you." She insisted across the space between seeing each other.
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