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76 34. Civil Spaces Drawn to Central Square this unintended night when snow scrappers sweep the cobblestones in a mechanized ballet. Everything you own is captured by one black eye and a plastic bag. You travel without visible means or a breakable habit as the rabble size you up, as the winds whipsaw only the darker streets, as you prefer the punctual to anything like passion. ...

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