New Cities/New Soviets

January 27, 2003

Winter Morning


Oh, how wonderful the city looks in the winter morning, its scope animated by plumes of steam from every building! The clear winter air is all made brisk and bustling by the warm activity beneath. The city breathes and I can see it's breath, whistling out from a thousand proudly vaulted roofs! If our heat was collectively held, what a cheerful place it would be by the stove.

Posted by Sam at January 27, 2003 07:59 AM

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