She’d taken to walking the city when it was that weird space – silent, still, deserted, post… The Pandemic City was gone now, for now, but she still played the flâneur, wandering liminal spaces, peripheral streets. Disused billboards still stood. A memorial to desperate messaging, she thought, still seemingly trying to grab attention. She smiled, she’d always prided herself on being immune to ads, now it was even easier. Nothing to distract her from her city, her streets. Her buildings seemed to shimmer in her peripheral vision. Their light bounced off the puddles as she noticed something in her feed.
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