The lotus opens in gathering darkness. The pond holds its dimmed reflection. The guard ushers out the last of the visitors, the last of the propertied visitors, ushers them out through ornamental gates. He shakes the daphne and the lilac, leaves gnashing, for any unfortunate who might sleeping there. The city has ample parks in which to sleep, optionali…
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