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rings wrapped

Cranking up Williams Ave., I got sidetracked by a saran-wrapped cocoon. It was a new sculpture yet-to-be unveiled. The light was filtering through revealing the bicycle chainrings beneath. It was like a spider egg with a million cogs on the verge of birth. Hard metal rings encased in ephemeral silk were in a fragile stasis. I knew this was a moment about to change forever. A photo record must be made!

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