The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements,
its curves and sharp points,
while my mind wanders over the wonder
that a place can be so intimate
yet alien at the same time.
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