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In a puddle, splashes. November. The rain. Young, woman's hands wringing. The joints creak... In the puddle a last sparkle, a trace, an artificial nugget. The golden alliance. |
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In a puddle, splashes. November. The rain. Young, woman's hands wringing. The joints creak... In the puddle a last sparkle, a trace, an artificial nugget. The golden alliance. |
