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The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.

He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…

The river kept the light longer than the city did, and I stood there counting the windows going dark. A tram, a bell, the smell of someone's dinner —…