Thomas Miller The ziggurat church stands tall and imposing, its stacked, stepped layers of iron oxide-colored brick contrasting starkly against the cold, gray sky. The church’s weathered bricks have a deep, rusty hue, almost glowing in the pale, diffused winter light. Around it, the shallow Dickensian valleys of previous centuries , the wind whipping through the empty space, creating an eerie stillness. The sky above is heavy with clouds, casting a muted, soft glow over the structure. Another fun February day of upstate winter.
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