"Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights...
The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp...
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