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When Ronny Elbe was working on this sign, years ago in his
youth after the previous sign finally fell to pieces in
a spring storm, Ingrid Potter and her dogs passed by on
the street, and she looked at him, and her cold pale eyes
met his tired black ones, and they smiled at the same
instant, these two who seldom smiled, and something
passed between them.
It was Ingrid Potter's daughter Freida that gave you
the first of the messages, that night at the Playhouse,
the night your car was stolen and the police were so
unaccountably hostile.
Next August, Freida will marry Pietr in the Chapel of
Our Lady of Light, outside the city.
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