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MASH --
For the prompt, "any, golden hour"
Hawkeye collapsed into a lawn chair with a weary sigh, gazing into the vivid orange sky of another post-casualty sunrise. Everyone back home would be waking now, after having gone to bed hours ago, but Hawkeye wouldn't allow himself to rest until he knew the kid he'd just operated on would make it through his own golden hour.
Trapper appeared at his side, handing him a martini and providing silent support as they watched the day chase away the shadows of another long night.
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