2 days before the winter solstice, Madrid, Spain. The sun is high and distant, bathing the glass shards before me in a piercing hue of white, like a pair of sharp scissors cutting through frail crepe paper. I felt relegated to the real of the infinitesimal as I stood and glared upwards at 250m of shimmering glass.
Inspiration (listen as you glance)
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