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There is a quality of stillness to late sunday afternoons unlike any other, almost as if time stops in its tracks and the mellow sunlight washing over the buildings across the street will never fade away. Life, with its capacity to harbor memories and emotions, seems to freeze and the city lies in benign silence, encased in gentle light. Of course, it is an illusion that gives way to dusk and night, a space of darkness in which endings are inevitable, always.

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