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❝ The asphalt is wet and the rain, slow, continues to fall on the silent and motionless trees, on the windows, on the glistening pavement reflecting the first artificial lights of the evening.
❝ I listened in one breath, amazed by everything, the sounds, the atmospheres, the precious moments of pleasure that created tributaries where only the mud, not the pure water impeded by it, flowed.
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