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[glittersnipe]

the best moments - the dream-bright slant of the late morning sun; the aquatic twilight against the old stone bridges and blurred, golden lamps; the swell of the old-time trumpets - are the ones which remove you entirely from the cheap plastic ugliness of the modern world

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[pneumatique]

for the longest time i dreamed again and again of a silent girl in predawn fog on a stone bridge; her long coat, her tangled hair, the holes in the toes of her stockings which were invisible but certainly there, and the high grey river still as a lake, not moving at all. l'inconnue, maybe, or some other; the city dirty and packed but quiet as death in the morning.