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Double shutters on second floor. When the wind blows gently, drops from fountain ten feet away hit my lips. Someone scooping up water in a plastic bucket. Changes in sound as a number of pigeons dam up one side. Rush of water, then quieter plash and then streams of drops more regular, delicate. | | People laughing, sitting on steps. Child with pacifier babbling. Box on lamp post has twelve orange capped switches. Rejoignez le Royalism de Combat. White shitzu glistening. Silver tag on side of building. Four p.m. shadows. Green glass between stones. Sounds of Arabic in the street. -->Scroll Book -->Stroll Book |