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One day we will be standing on a cliff in the Southern region of Chiloe. A chill wind will whip my hair about my face. Our hands will be cold. The setting sun will paint the sky with fire. As you turn to look at me, your eyes filled with wonder and delight, I will reach out to you. My hands will not tremble. My breath will be steady. I will reach out to you and without hesitation I will push you over the edge. I will watch the sun drop into the sea and drown. Just like you.