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In the morning I flew to Paris, where the long-range driver is sleeping near the Eiffel Tower. The tourist asked how to get there until 14, but he said that Dynamo was running, and we were the Runless Karaganda, after all. The flowers grow quietly, and the foliage is green and lush in places. Oh summer.