The Wistful Skyline
The crystal chandelier in the Grand Atrium of the Whitmore Hotel swung with a slow, hypnotic pendulum motion, casting fractured rainbows across the polished obsidian floor, and I watched the light dance on my sister’s face while she accepted the award for her architectural genius, a moment of such blinding brilliance that it felt less like an honor and more like a solar flare that would...
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