A man standing on top of a cliff above the clouds

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I stand at the precipice
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gazing out across a massive pneumatic landscape of colossal metal and thunderous noise
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From my tiny vantage point at the edge of the cliff
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the world seems to drop away
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plunging thousands of body lengths down to an expanse of churning activity
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Cavernous craters open up in the ground as gigantic drill bits bore deeper and deeper into the earth
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Towering cranes swing overhead
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the sudden gusts from their passing knocking me back
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Far below in the chasms
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I can just make out swarms of miniscule workers operating the mammoth machines
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The framework of an imposing structure is taking shape
,
its massive girder bones rising higher each day
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Debris rains down constantly as new sections are hoisted into place by cranes as big as mountains to me
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Clouds of dust billow up
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mingling with the diesel fumes belching from the toiling equipment
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Day and night
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the thunderous cacophony of activity continues
,
the entire landscape reshaped by these lumbering metal titans
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As I gaze down from my precipice at the sheer scale and might of the world below
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I feel smaller and more insignificant than ever before
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Just witnessing this tiny part of the colossal human endeavor makes me realize my own ephemeral existence
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