United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

What is the city girl to do when her city is burning once more? Is she to continuously rebuild her mirror fall skyscrapers or admire the angry clouds of tar and smoke? Is she to go to that old corner store within her mind and dust her hands with the ashes? Tired of building what seems titanium just to simply crumble in the eyes of madness. This city girl is tired. She needs a chance.

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