BOONE: The first time I saw the light was back in Boston. I was trading my biggest take of the season when it rose from behind Beacon Hill. Went straight up in the night sky, passed the moon. Then it was gone. I wasn't alone. Those next to me had their heads cocked the same - craned as far back as it could go - mouths agape. Couldn't tell you what it was but I can tell you it wasn't of this earth.
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