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From the Esplanade; The Futurist


From the Esplanade When, in the morning remnant of the moon, the restless city stirs beneath the stars, its buildings hunching in a black tableau that forms Prometheus from common themes of steel and glass and brick, I walk abroad— for an hour now—while night lays claim on time for the first time for me […]

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