I can not help imagining that you will leave sooner or later and its fine if you have done that or you mean to do it. This whole city does look like whatever hope becomes after it begins to weary a little, then weary a little more. But hope deferred is still hope. I love this city. I think sometimes of going into the ground here as a last wild gesture of love-I too will smolder away the time until the great and general incandescence.
(Inspired from Gilead)
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