"Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float In sunset’s golden and crimson dyes: I look, and a great joy clutches my throat! Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-unfurled— O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City of the World!"
January 1, 1970
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