You have never known serpentine streets which backlash winter’s withering cold, and the hills grow, tall masts overhead summoning that change will outgrow change and metamorphosis will be people in jackets in armoury, look strange behave with poignancy their smile takes a blast with the wind, they scurry home beggars on streets can only hope …
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