The sky is on fire!
A salmon-orange tints the pastel clouds. A roar of light sweeps away the scuttling remnants of darkness.
With a sweet, pungent wind, November light breaks on the serpentine streets.
Shadows of sun leave traces of gold on the buildings…pigeons flock, descending like drops of a turbulent storm to peck at the first crumbs of day.
Alas, the mightiness of spirit!
St. Anthony’s towers burn, casting shadows of magnificence on awestruck passersby.
The glinting giant seems to arouse, alas!
Lifted from its thrones of darkness to reign with the dawn.
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