In this windy, bone-cold season where the sun seems to negotiate part to play, the mannequins stand wrapped not for warmth but in a desperate bid to keep the dust at bay. The breeze kicks up its usual drama, sending grit swirling like it has something to prove, and the shopkeepers respond by cocooning their plastic models as if preparing them for an expedition. In their stiff poses, covered from neck to heel, the figures look less like store displays and more like a heavily disguised flash mob waiting for the cue to burst into choreography.

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