Late rain beads on the bicycle seats along the square. A fox slips between bins, tail a careful question. Steam folds from a takeaway door; it smells of ginger. I walk home slower than needed, letting the pavements relearn my steps.
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Late rain beads on the bicycle seats along the square. A fox slips between bins, tail a careful question. Steam folds from a takeaway door; it smells of ginger. I walk home slower than needed, letting the pavements relearn my steps.