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... he found himself on one winter afternoon chasing sunlight along the alleys of the streets that slipped south towards the Golden Horn, past shops with dusty parts to washing machines no longer sold, a small hand-written sign claiming, for display only, and then the face, the way, he thought that sometimes it was only through our encounters with buildings that came to be able to see ourself.
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