An Evening on Peaceful Quiet Street

The hawkers' cries herald the beginning or the winding down of any given day here. Now it's half past five o'clock p.m., and the sound of their sonorous voices as they walk up and down Peaceful Quiet Street stretches into its forte. "Buy a newspaper!" "Need your shoes cobbled? Need them polished?" "I can fix …

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