No. 104The high-pitched call

No. 104April 15, 202514 lines1 min read

a plaza vortex.

The high-pitched call that escaped your chapped lips into the nighttime winter wind, swirling through red brick and grey concrete— a plaza vortex. It still echoes, unanswered, in your dreams. But one day, the sodium lights will glint like pearls of fire when she looks into your eyes.

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A way further in

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Part of a living collection since September 2024.

No. 104

14 lines · 1 min read

124 total entries and still expanding.

Notes for Collection No. 104

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