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31 Kiev The dog does not know the city outside this city, or the world outside this world. The baker thwacks his broomstick against cement to drive the dog away. The baker knows some of the city outside this city, some of the world outside this world. I buy my bread. I know nothing of this city, but some of the world outside this world. The dog follows me. With no one else to talk to, I let him. The dog cares nothing about cities outside of cities, or worlds outside of worlds. He lives without boundary in the universe of my shoes, and the bread: the bread inside of the bread, the bread inside of the dog. ...

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