Tehn Dencies
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Take Hold for the Future,
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Prophecies of an Exiled Craft
Trollies passing down Front accompanied by the beat of hooves and wheels eventually became a synchronous symphony of cobble keeping time for the tools of workers hanging the walkside canopy for the Poli. And, boy, what a magnificence she was. Set to open in just a few months, it was the largest theatre for miles, and it would finally give Galleria something to do aside from their regular routine of passing each other by, day after day, avoiding the same slumming night after night, getting the same coffee, from the same corner, dropping a bit to the same bum, hounding a roll off the same bench, the same sun-washed scapes sporting shallow promises of what some try to call the next great renaissance… Perhaps a distraction from the spite spoon fed into their senses every day, masked by their own coined motto: “Galleria: Our Heart creates the Smile”.
By Tehn Dencies3 years ago in Fiction
