I keep thinking about him, the bird. Where is he now?

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The landfill city. Dystopian. Maybe that was Kruuninvuorenranta in the far future. We are building it up now, for it one day to be done over by nature again. 

I cycled past a grey rock covered in green moss and felt its presence. One day a piece of this new building will be

broken off strewn about,  moss growing all over it too. 

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Misty city beyond the seawater. Empty land beyond the wire fence. I stand here between looking at the giant crane lit up. 

Few silhouetted trees. The rain is falling down on us all.

My red jacket is soaked through.