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| Galata Bridge, Yeni Camii 19 April 2012 |
A world folded back upon itself. When I stepped off the bus in Karaköy yesterday evening, gulls were wheeling in the clarion evening light (
like bells ringing, I think to myself,
clarion). I've crossed the bridge often enough on foot that it's come to see, well, pedestrian but it retains the possibility for surprise. I took the staircase down to the water, crossed to the outer edge of the bridge. And at the edge of the pylon, I turned around and looked back to see this: A sky stretched out, a world reaching out to meet it.
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