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July 18, 2017
Not quite a poem
...but poetic.
In the humidity, the mist from Emptyful hangs a dreamy fog about the library plaza, diffusing the glaring lights.
It used to be so dodgy, you’d avoid it even in daylight; now the park invites a stroll on a dark, rainy night.
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