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Resonance
“Warped, I see not, but glass splashes yester;/Time slows. Gasping, from what nous hang I now?”
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Le Syndrome de Paris
“I look out my bedroom window and admire Sacré-Cœur. The clouds inch past, the sky pales, then blushes, and before I know it the Eiffel Tower is alight, flashing like a jolly giant steel Christmas phallus. Every hour on the hour.”