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URBAN GLYPH I It is a language tangled by time, layers accrete, colors, shapes, sizes, painted-over messages hover below the surface like ghosts. Have you ever whispered on a windy day? If you do it right a lover can hear you across a moat. It is the same in every city, a palimpsest of passersby marking their territory, trying to stake a claim against time. |
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