I ran up unwinded, being used to the path, carrying the big Russian book I mostly didn’t read all day, enduring the stares of winded tourists who actively cursed the concierge who set them on their doomed path. All was forgive at the top of the stairs, of course, such a day as this is a gift, topped with a sort of candle.
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