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軒 - Flats
A row of shining Flats stretches out like a giant Vehicle parked sideways, windows glittering like wheels.
But instead of rust, every balcony beam is perfectly Dry, laundry snapping crisp in the wind.
Neighbors lean from the Flats, laughing, counting each door one by one-this lofty carriage of homes raised high under the eaves.
