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real estate agent whose handwritten property advertisements are casually
covered by hand-clasping children (the hand-clasp is actually done while
greeting 'Happy New Year!' to someone); basket gifts of fruit propped
on polystyrene boxes (retrieved, no doubt, from nearby
North Point market) under a concrete overpass awaiting buyers who need
a ready gift for a relative about to be visited; proud children’s
clothes with their lost 1960s look on sale and bargained; red paper and
calligraphy on door and gate and pedestal; and the green shuttered stall
(a shoemaker of Chinese slippers favoured by the district’s old
men) alongside the ancient steps just near my flat with a week’s
worth of coiled incense burning...
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