ZERO PARADES
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She spends slow afternoons rearranging the postcards under glass.
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She spins toward you, arm raised.
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She taps her heels against the wall, keeping an inaudible beat.
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She will not look at you.
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Sheared metal, barely hanging on.
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Sheer and unclimable.
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Sheltering from the elements, while keeping an eye on the boats.
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Shelves stacked by a hoarder, then labelled by an obsessive.
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Shimmering, diaphanous cloth catches your eye.
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Shiny plastic tablecloth, scent of lemon disinfectant.
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Short climb to the top.
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Shrapnel everywhere.
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Shrimp noodles.
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Side by side seating to increase communal spirit.
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Sign can't be older than 4-5 years.
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Signals from across space, lost forever with no receiver.
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Signed by Cheve Grijalva, a Quisach striker known for his femur-splintering fouls.
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Silence. Nobody's home.
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Silk pyjamas flutter like wings.
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Sleeping. One day he shall remain in his position as the life inside of him departs.
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Small animals skitter through the pipes overhead.
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Small white and blue feathers, a few droppings. Birds made a home.
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Small white flowers have opened up at the touch of a sunbeam, tight buds unfurling. Pale, fragile things.
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Smashed. Dead.
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Smell of damp cigarette butts: ash and mould.
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SMOKED GLASS LENSES; NEVER SHOW THEM YOUR EYES.
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So clean somehow...
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Soap bottles in the rubbish pile. Someone is living here.
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Soft coos echo through the pipes; pigeons are nesting inside.
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Solid acoustics and a tunable chest piece... very expensive stethoscope.
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Some kind of rule or interdiction, now effaced with black spray paint.
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Some of these bricks are suspiciously loose...
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Some say the Philosophical Spy is simply the Manus Fati's finger puppet. Others call it a walking massive depressive episode. But one thing…
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Some serious protection gloves were left here.
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Somebody had a fire here. A barbecue... or burning evidence...
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Somebody tried to climb these.
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Somebody tried to unblock the toilet with a riding whip.
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Someone braved the stairs just to leave their tag here.
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Someone draped the curtain here as a warning -- the escalator's collapsed.
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Someone has posted a 'Missed Connections' inquiry up here.
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Someone has slept in the grass here.
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Someone has tried to clean the graffiti here.
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Someone has vandalised someone else's vandalism.
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Someone last used this calendar three months ago.
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Someone must have dropped these. They'll hide your eyes.
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Someone risked their neck to arrange cat blankets carefully on this platform.
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Someone's been using this AC as a stash.
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Someone's given it a beating.
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Someone's left a book here.
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Someone's left a book here.
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