A big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind and a gray high sky full of ravens.
Isaiah.Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian,
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