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lagging

A rather dark photograph of a meadow on the brink of fall

Oh, the slumber before a delayed departure, when your feet are stuck in yesterday, when you sleep in a strange bed and the walls fall away and everything is packed and your feet are stuck and your arms bound by sleep.

—Yury Tynyanov (The Death of Vazir-Mukhtar, trans. Anna Kurkina Rush & Christopher Rush, p. 483)

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