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Drain Warmth from the Pale Stone

Sophia gardens. First day of September. Mist forms droplets on the handles of the buggy. Helicopters spin to the pavement and crackle beneath my feet. A man sits on the bench drinking coffee from a thermos. His cap is pulled … Continue reading

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