POST BURNING SITE

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Scattered drops of fine rain begin to float in the evening air, still mixed with a few moist snowflakes which turn to water even before they have reached the street.

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Outside it is raining.

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Outside you walk through the rain with your head down, shielding your eyes with one hand while you stare ahead, a few yards ahead, at a few yards of wet asphalt.

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But the image grows blurred by trying to distinguish the outlines.

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As in the case of the inordinately delicate pattern of the wallpaper and the indeterminate edges of the gleaming paths made in the dust by the felt slippers.

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And, beyond the door, the dark vestibule where the umbrella is leaning against the coat rack.

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Then, once past the entrance door, the series of long hallways.

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The spiral staircase.

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The door to the building with its stone stoop.

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And the whole city behind me.

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Darkness On The River's Edge In The USA: From Greetings To The Promise: Bruce Springsteen: The Story Behind The Albums

[djspliff]

whoohoo!

[MickeyMcDermott]

GOMP

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heave ho

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