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Breezes (Liminal Park Sequence)
… hidden & lost their history, gloaming tracers like the grey man quietly sitting on the park bench are like the breeze brushing the greensward or the wind on the buffalo grass: no more than fleeting dreams, fragile sightings flying like a flight of the Night-borne ones …