“It’s the warming up of the year, the coming of the light mornings, the way in which everything begins to run about and begin new things. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling.
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