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Gleisdreieck

...these strange train tracks beneath the trees, that’s what it has come to.  I have shone the limbs of the story, spreading it out across the minds of the people I told it to, letting it grow through the long summer, until in Gleisdreieck on this misty Autumn morning, the graveyard of Berlin shines through the glinting tracks, lost now for trains, lost now except for words....

 

 

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