The Wistful Skyline
THE WISTFUL SKYLINE By Edward Ashworth The glass tower rose above the city like a needle threading clouds, and from the forty-second floor my corner desk, I could see the whole of London spread beneath me like a map drawn by someone who had never walked its streets. Cars were toy vehicles on ribbons of grey. People were punctuation marks—periods hurrying to meetings, commas lingering over...
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