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In a symphony of iron sides and blinking lights, the true dialogue bursts in lows--the segues of lives exist quietly between honks and footsteps, painting meanings upon the shadowstones where anonymity is the collagist. - Circe Bowen In a symphony of iron sides and blinking lights, the true dialogue bursts in lows--the segues of lives exist quietly between honks and footsteps, painting meanings upon the shadowstones where anonymity is the collagist. - Circe Bowen In a symphony of iron sides and blinking lights, the true dialogue bursts in lows--the segues of lives exist quietly between honks and footsteps, painting meanings upon the shadowstones where anonymity is the collagist. - Circe Bowen