The sky turns violet and pink and the city exhales. For a moment the noise becomes music.
A rider carved from legend rises above you, horses frozen mid charge, a god who forgot his name but not the feeling of victory. The sound of hoofbeats in the distance.
The clouds roll and the stone answers with quiet courage. It's enough to believe in small miracles. In the way shadow can teach light to sing. In the way a city lifts a tired heart and sets it back on its feet.
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Joshua Campbell
Director