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The nearing

I left the window open, and at night the wind woke me up. Then I lay in bed listening to the waves of the leaves roaring in the courtyard. It felt as if I wasn’t in a nine-story building made of glass and concrete located in the very center of the city, surrounded by the same immovable and ever-present glass-and-concrete structures, but...
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A woman with a broom

The crunch of dry gravel underfoot. As if you were walking over the dead beetles, their empty shells cracking under your soles. The gravel was scattered the other day on the icy road but there is no ice no more. The street is now bleached by sunlight. You’d want to take off your hat. And in front of the kindergarten — a woman with a broom sweeping away the stones’s corpses from the path.

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