3 In the city you close them. Some- one's yell Fire! mostly at night & a kid retires to apartment roofs with the rest of them. Being an adult & being probably me, he has no choice, or little choice. Another source of light is not a star but a lamppost meditating on power in good company, in images in water, the point of danger, view. An open hydrant is the fight in the firemen. If the fire didn't take your dry goods, says the good company man, it was the water.
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