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Rain fell through sunlight. This was what Sabine Akkerman called fox rain. In her mind’s eye Jill’s mother shook iridescent raindrops off her umbrella and said: “Wolves are hosting wedding feasts and witches are brushing their hair today.”
According to Dornička, cities are fueled by the listless agony of workers providing services to other workers who barely acknowledge those services. You
