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8.10.4

historic block

A flood of lemon-green dried-up petals or seeds is falling from a tree five buildings down from my apartment. I didn't notice until they were underfoot, and then the yellow fibrous color jumped out at me from the gray and mud, crying

EMERGENCY * EMERGENCY

I looked around quickly but the street was absolutely silent and empty. The shuttered eyes of the brownstones were silent and empty.

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