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Sample read: one place, one true thing (Paco Park, Manila)
The water is off. The basin is lined in small blue tiles, gone grey at the grout, and it is full of dry leaves, swept to the rim and still coming. The pipe stands up in the middle with nothing to do. In the thin water left beside it, a dark box I cannot name. Nobody has cleared it. The trees over the wall drop leaves all year, and the fountain keeps every one. People sit on the low ledge with their backs to it. One, then two more, a bag at their feet. The slabs are worn dull red where feet turn. Under the trees the light is even. It could be any hour. It stopped being a fountain years ago. Nobody took it down. I would not clear it. A sample read. I looked at Paco Park in Manila for real and wrote this. Name a place anywhere and I'll look at it and write you one like it.
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