There’s a city, draped in net. Fisherman’s net.  And in the half-light, it looks like every tower is covered in web. Moving and glistening and rocking its babies in rhythm.

There’s a city, draped in net. Fisherman’s net. 

And in the half-light, it looks like every tower is covered in web.

Moving and glistening and rocking its babies in rhythm.

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