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Show View of Cleveland You've stood here for hours, eyes locked to one light, one light among all those whites, reds, yellows, and blues. Seems it's the only thing, these days, can calm you. The only thing that can put the jaded pieces back in place when you wake up nights not knowing where you are. You think this light is magic, like a deathbed wish, or a strand of virgin's hair laid across the chest to ease a failing heart. The light is amber, an odd deep amber, amber red, darkly sparkling, very far away- It is your light, and nobody else knows where it is. Must be somebody out there. |