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Below the canopy of pearly pink and voilet the building stands like a jagged box made of steel spokes and flourescent lights.  Tarping blows off the side of it and tiny men walk atop it, putting more steel sticks together, helping it to grow.  The ground is wet and the sky and the lights shine upon it as upon black marble.  The clouds pull themselves apart in tufts of shadow and rose and slowly turn into darkness, leaving man's lights to show where steel ends and night begins.