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Perhaps the cold was the only honest thing the architecture ever had to offer you.

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And here I am staring at the ashes of a house that never actually got warm.

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Brutalist buildings always look like frozen hunger, and staring at this has me craving a greasy burger.

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The concrete remembers the frost better than any of us ever could.

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A reading from Psalms 119:147

I anticipated the dawning of the morning, and cried: I hoped in thy words.

I anticipated the dawning.