Thank you. I was so high the other night; high above Melbourne, wide-eyed above the city, breathless...
That was my first time to the top. I saw your light and shade, your wet skirt, your dark patches and your twinkling christmas lights.
Dots of cars moved around your grid, each seeking a way out of the maze. Lights flickered on and off. Bridges curled around your outskirts. Your black liquid river flowed.
Thanks for the views, Eureka.
jojobee
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