The World Dies and Is Reborn Again Each Second
Issue #53
Winter 1990-91
He was struck by the pure unstinting radiance, the light blazing so fiercely on the iron railings he had to shield his eyes, the sky above the Hudson hard and clear: the skyline, pink at the edges, gouged out with...
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