I'm sure it has been said before, many times and more eloquent, subtle ways, but Chicago rises out of the Midwest like the Emerald City. All that green and blue glinting glass. All that steel and wide open sidewalks and space. Everything shimmered there, looked royal there. Of course I have faith in brick and stone because their inherent strength emanates outward. I find beauty in the course red hue of brick, but I am willing to imagine the way Chicago must have felt like several decades ago, like the city of the future, the city rejecting the age old stones rolled up mountains on bent backs and instead built itself like a beacon of light and air.
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