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			<image:title>Leave me with the concrete; let the rain-soaked high-rise buildings grow taller until all I can see is the fog in their irises and the distant blue eyes of an apartment awake in the dark. \n \nWhen I look up, there is sky, and then there is concrete.</image:title>
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			<image:title>CHONGQING (重庆) 2011 \n \n **China rapidly urbanized in the 70s and 80s, and now has around 145 cities with over a million people. These photos were taken by my father when we lived in Hong Kong.**</image:title>
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			<image:title>Man worships the solemn, unmoving concrete that lines the fabric of our lives.</image:title>
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			<image:title>Smog in New York City. c. 1965</image:title>
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			<image:title>Northern Pulp Mill at Abercrombie, Pictou County, Nova Scotia</image:title>
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			<image:title>There is always concrete: methodical blocks and things far too heavy to lift up– and the stony voice crackles from the speakers, a layer of dust rejoicing in its last swirl through the air as I step off the train, into a land without movement.</image:title>
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