the city…

the city We clicked our feet to sidewalk beats. The consistent commotion of city streets. We were tighter than the thinnest alleyway in China town; the ones where noodle bar chefs can barely make squeeze for a cigarette. We moved in silence, but the skyscrapers spoke – packed with rainbow people moving to their own flow. A rhythm of has beens and who’ll be nexts, of west side yuppies and red fishnets. Weaving through the stories that...
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