Sep 2015
Final descent into the city
in the middle of night.
Out on the horizon,
at the right distance,
there is no difference
between the streetlights
and the
stars.
in the middle of night.
Out on the horizon,
at the right distance,
there is no difference
between the streetlights
and the
stars.
(San Francisco)
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