Of Flesh and Bone

This life, born from our blood, at rest in its home. The capital city may become corrupt, ever leaning towards death. Yet the view is always clear. The structure may become unsteady with age, losing its color as the paint starts to fade. Yet the view is always clear. The debts may go unpaid, as the lights go out. Yet the view. The view is always clear.

– Josh Fleming

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