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Abandoned shoeprints pressed between night and day. Muddy, empty, discarded, throats wide open, mouths mutely appealing, tongues untied, revealed in the act of escaping both dark and light. Two elderly men sip tea. The loud ticking of a communal clock. Unshod feet shuffle in white cotton. Perpetual twilight stirs milk in dimming eyes. Exasperated attendants hunt for lost shoes.

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