Wednesday, December 01, 2010

The gentle pulse of the city breathing. No matter how loud and fast and chaotic the dance around you, if you pause for a moment you can always hear it. Or, perhaps you feel it. The slow build to the new day that comes with dawn and the beautiful inevitability of the unseen approaching.

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