- Emily Ellet
New York Harbor
Eighth Avenue at midnight is a murky sea of smoke and rouge, on which the battered hulls and tattered sails of the impoverished struggle to stay afloat, the jagged rocks below the waves, more stubborn than steadfast. A grey cloud tries to rise higher in the mire of fatigue and fails.
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