At a music festival this summer, I noticed a group of people raising their phones in the air – reaching towards something. Everybody around them was watching a band on a stage a little way off, but this cluster had turned their backs to the music and were gazing, intently, somewhere beyond the boundary of the park. I looked out over my neighbour’s shoulder and saw a rainbow above the horizon.
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