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Chris Thornhill
The giant iron clad dreams of many that scrape the sky.
The cold waters of hope and uncertainty, locked into the land.
The multitudes of languages, cultures, and diversity.
The chaos, calmness, and creativity simultaneously happening downtown.
The industrial fumes of ingenuity.
The contrasting clean air that meets the freshwater shore.
The cold and dry, the hot and humid; all seasons changing.
Security from a city behind me that has my back if I fall.
I am at home, in the city, where I belong.
Rochelle Salgado