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At the end of the night, the buildings seem to glide gracefully into the darkness of the night, as if the man-made world were not so different and unconnected from the natural as I might have thought.

At the end of the night, the buildings seem to glide gracefully into the darkness of the night, as if the man-made world were not so different and unconnected from the natural as I might have thought.

posted: 3 months ago notes: 4
E street exit.

E street exit.

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The windows of the mill.

The windows of the mill.

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The light down the street.

The light down the street.

posted: 4 months ago notes: 36
A nightwalk by the water.

A nightwalk by the water.

posted: 4 months ago notes: 89
Eat Bertha’s Mussels.

Eat Bertha’s Mussels.

posted: 5 months ago notes: 9
There’s construction at the light ahead.

There’s construction at the light ahead.

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The ice on the windshield.

The ice on the windshield.

posted: 5 months ago notes: 5
Night on the Town.

Night on the Town.

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