These lights were installed along the river, and movement/touch made each pod change colors.
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And, an unrelated piece of writing...I suppose it is related, though, since Mary Oliver's words have carried me through my time in Philly...
"You don't want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don't want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it's the same old story--
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world."
(from Dogfish, a poem by Mary Oliver)
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