Like fireflies nesting in the hand of God gleams the city, dim-swathed by fairy palms.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Like fireflies nesting in the hand of God gleams the city, dim-swathed by fairy palms.”
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Du Bois poetically describes the beauty and mystique of a city, evoking a sense of wonder.
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