Oh my morning.
Fall’s dirty little face peeping over the city. The reverse sunrise peaching the bay below. Even the criss cut of power lines can’t make this morning less magical.
Can’t dampen how much I love you, my city.
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Oh my morning.
Fall’s dirty little face peeping over the city. The reverse sunrise peaching the bay below. Even the criss cut of power lines can’t make this morning less magical.
Can’t dampen how much I love you, my city.
