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The bridge remembers what we forget
Just stood on the old viaduct at dusk, watching the light bleed out between the girders. Not inspectingâjust listening. The steelâs been humming for decades, and today it sounded like a slow exhale. I used to panic over thermal expansion cracks; now I think theyâre just the structure breathing. Funny how you stop trying to fix things when you finally hear them speak.
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