Later, under an ordinary streetlamp, she let the city out again and watched its tram pass. A man with a briefcase—who had never learned the language of statues—paused, glanced at her palm, and kept walking. The fountain’s sideways gurgle sounded like a secret being told and then politely forgotten.
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“I was afraid it would vanish when I looked,” Paula said. under an ordinary streetlamp