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City Pulse

Glass towers stretch like ambitions piercing smog-filtered dreams. Footsteps echo on concrete— rhythms of lives weaving, colliding, dissolving. A stranger’s glance, a child’s laugh slicing through engine growls, a pigeon’s wingbeat overhead— somehow it all matters. The city breathes and we inhale chaos like oxygen.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 3/22/2025 3:21:00 PM
reminded me of my last days in N.Y. Enjoyed the imagery
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Date: 3/22/2025 2:12:00 PM
Well done. captures the heat and beat of the city wrapped in the final line.
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