The day is at once at tandem with tepid sun, winter’s discomfiture, or feature. Outside the room music blares, Christmas is near children squabble, then singing. Sighs, life takes historical movement, years lapse and then these visuals. The town hasn’t changed much except for the number of boisterous cars, and pedestrians manipulating ways, hands up …
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