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cataura.neocities.org/file127 > > P256.30-257-5 It turns out to be an ancient four-story hotel with early > > drunks lying in the hallways, eyelids like tiny loaves brushed with a > last > > glaze of setting sun, and summertime dust in stately evolutions through > the > > taupe light, summertime ease to the streets outside, April summertime as > the > > great vortex of redeployment from Europe to Asia hoots past leaving many > > souls each night to cling a bit longer to the tranquillities here, this > > close to the drain-hole of Marseilles, this next-to-last stop on the > paper > > cyclone that sweeps them back from Germany, down the river-valleys, > > beginning to drag some from Antwerp an