 Like a smile owned by its teeth, like a kiss sold to yourself, this is how your city grows. Like the tender limbs of trees let our timber lenders breathe in, this is how your city grows from hand-to-hand a relay sport, how we shape thought into word. Every ore we build from earth as if the rain falls in reverse to feed the clouds. Like a self-healing heart, your city grows impossible. This common opereness, not made of steel but give and take, counts your currency and character instead of money that your minutes make here. Your value doesn't need to lie. Your city's limbs aren't lopsided. They yearn to grow in equal length and not through competition but cooperation of each the people's strength.