The children all wear school uniforms in the style of old-fashioned sailors' clothes: white shirts, navy blue kerchiefs, navy shorts or skirts. They've gathered around the giant bell, and a few of them are manning the log that hammers the side of the bell to make it chime.
The rest are underneath, sticking their heads up into the cup of it to listen to it reverberate as it sounds its mellow, heavy tone. They giggle and clutch each other and put their hands on the bell to feel it shiver, and then then duck out and run into the park, laughing beneath a perfect blue sky, in the shadow of a shattered dome.
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