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Under the comb the tangle and the straight path are the same.
A crab crossed Julia’s path. She watched it disappear in Angel’s Canal and walked on.
Let’s run, said Gaia, looking at man with a feathery hat running toward Fondamenta della Luna.
That morning, after breakfast, Julia opened the box of magical words and took a card out. The card read: breathe