thanhbede
@thanhbede
Fog coiled its spine around chimneys, exhaling ghosts through brick lungs. Smoke joined in chorus, hymns rising in gray notes too thin for flesh.
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JohnpaulSchroede
@johnpaulschroede
Imagine ending your day with this view instead of traffic lights.
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