Anilos.24.01.24.margo.rokossovskaya.a.vision.xx...

Margo leaves the room with the pendant lighter around her neck. She has become, in her quiet way, a custodian of small histories. Rokossovskaya continues to hum — indifferent, generous, indifferent again — but she has learned to listen to its margins. The tram goes on; somebody else drops a ticket; a child collects it as if it matters. It does matter. The city, after all, is only the sum of its unremarked mercies.

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