Chicago

Chicago

a city full

Of industrial mountains

and people with

Hope.

 

Wind, storms, and Fires

touch the city.

But the Passion, Support, and

Hope

Never Dies.

 

I can’t help, can’t

Resist taking photos of the

Industrialized Universe

that simultaneously uses

Mathematicians, Construction Workers, and Chemists

 

That is the biggest wonder.

In a world of separation based on Congregation,

I have to show the world

that some people still have enough Hope

To come together for the happiness of one person.

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