I walk through Nan’s streets in the early morning blue hour. The streets are empty. I meet an old man on a bicycle; he glances, continues on, and the moment is gone.
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I walk through Nan’s streets in the early morning blue hour. The streets are empty. I meet an old man on a bicycle; he glances, continues on, and the moment is gone.