Chicago
Chicago
a city full
Of industrial mountains
and people with
Hope.
Wind, storms, and Fires
touch the city.
But the Passion, Support, and
Hope
Never Dies.
I can’t help, can’t
Resist taking photos of the
Industrialized Universe
that simultaneously uses
Mathematicians, Construction Workers, and Chemists
That is the biggest wonder.
In a world of separation based on Congregation,
I have to show the world
that some people still have enough Hope
To come together for the happiness of one person.
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