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stray like lambs. Cities fall and rise and fall again. I kneel before your photograph and hope for a sign, an omen, a portent, and thunder bumbles in the hills. pouring down from Mount Olympus in a rush to assure me that the onset of low pressure isn’t a failing of my heart.

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