Smokestacks

Smokestacks

There is a symmetry and a poetry and a rightness in all things. Even smokestacks. (This is not to imply that everything is perfectly all right with everything and we needn’t make improvements to anything.) (Nor should we come to the conclusion that smokestacks are a metaphor for life. They might be, but I’m not saying that.)

I like smokestacks.

Published by Titirangi Storyteller

Telling tales from around the world

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