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The ribbon of pellucid water unfurled through the downtown, wending through high-rises and multistory parking garages. The thin strand cut a clear path through the boxy urban landscape, flowed past the flanking condos, blocks of concrete aggregated en masse. A steady stream of joggers and cyclists trickled by the waterway. People strode, strolled, rode e-scooters, moved with varied propulsion. Skyscrapers towered off in the distance like a broken promise, an elevation that was unscalable, forever illusory, ever eluding one’s path.
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 4:07 AM UTC
The Canal
The ribbon of pellucid water unfurled through the downtown, wending through high-rises and multistory parking garages. The thin strand cut a clear path through the boxy urban landscape, flowed past the flanking condos, blocks of concrete aggregated en masse. A steady stream of joggers and cyclists trickled by the waterway. People strode, strolled, rode e-scooters, moved with varied propulsion. Skyscrapers towered off in the distance like a broken promise, an elevation that was unscalable, forever illusory, ever eluding one’s path.
joseph-s-pete
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Chicagoland
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 4:07 AM UTC
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