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Snow falls from your clothing, melting as it hits the floor. The fabric of your scarf becomes damp and cloying as it defrosts, suffocating your skin. The sound of your breath layers with the rip of your footprints as you peel the softening soles of your shoes from viscus floor of the entrance hall. Individual letters are printed on perforated paper, strung upon a line beside a set of abandoned tables...
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Shifting your view from the crisp crumbs in paper bowls and empty tin cans you read the printed banner. “Universe be with U”