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demolishing houses tearing down their own skies. I saw it: the tenderness between a fortune-telling old man and a chamber pot. That day, a few people died in several traffic accidents, and the city's bars and inns were still crowded. But...

house was lit by a lantern, on the other hand, as we were in a city, we had electric light. When she used the chamber pot in the room, one could hear the sound of peeing, so she put a bunch of straw in the chamber pot to avoid the sound...

red pot on the left and a bowl of salad on the right counter. Low-angle, medium-wide shot of two silhouetted women standing in a foggy hospital hallway. The figure in the foreground is a tall woman with blonde hair, wearing a loose, dark...

afraid to say so. “Never mind,” she says. “It doesn’t matter. You can use the toilet past our room but there’s a chamber pot here, too, if you’d prefer.” “I’ll be all right,” I say. “Is your mammy all right?” “What do you...