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At the foothills of the empire, people fish, cruise and pass time. Cigarette after cigarette, the world’s problems get sorted, smoking embers are stirred into flame. Across the way, the weather is beautiful and a lost paradise can be seen. Is it a mirage? People wend their way through the streets, calling out so as not to be alone when they’re afraid.
