Grey waves on rusty stones,

Greasy blue sky above smeared concrete.

This is beautiful.

Crawling weeds among the sandy dust,

Wind whipping through bare trees.

And this is beautiful.

Sand-colored high-rise blocks smeared rusty.

And this is beautiful.

Chain-link fences twisted open.

And this is beauty.

Wind dashing itself to pieces against the concrete.

This is beauty.

This is all there is.

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