on the one hand, the place where I work is a grim, oppressive pile of concrete & razor-wire arbitrarily, offensively, squatting in the middle of a formerly undeveloped bowl of the desert on a patch of land scraped free of vegetation like a mass of scar tissue on mother Earth.
on the other hand, on frosty mornings like today everything get's all sparkly like an enchanted fairy-land, where one expects to see Jack Frost nimbly skipping & scattering crystals from his magical ice-satchel.
such a stark world of contrasts we live in, yo?
on the other hand, on frosty mornings like today everything get's all sparkly like an enchanted fairy-land, where one expects to see Jack Frost nimbly skipping & scattering crystals from his magical ice-satchel.
such a stark world of contrasts we live in, yo?
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The article will be written starting this week, and finished before christmas (my deadline is the end of the month but I like to have things in early)