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• The city breathes

  We walk in a world muffled with blue-white snow piled high. A single shadowy path guides us. Our boots crunch, blunted echoes in the distance — a car horn, shovel, train crossing, dog bark — the light of smudged stars tap through a black, hazy sky, asking permission to appear and speak. The city takes…

  Jenifer

  December 10, 2014

  Chicago, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

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