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    Oblivion has no stations on this road The hand that touched the passers-by many generations ago again touches them now and their dust subsides under their feet once more. *** They had wished for a knight to come and he did, passing quickly, leaving a breeze that rippled their shirts. *** Something fell from his shadow on the road and since then the pedestrians circle around their place on the sidewalk and those who sit are nailed to their chairs. _______________ Translated by Sargon Boulus

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