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Abby wondered how many bricks it took to build a bridge, how many of those perfectly imperfect blocks of clay went into creating such a structure. She skipped over the golden-yellow surface, her eyes seeing the variations in the hue, how parts of the clay had been a more earthen brown. Pausing in the centre she peeked at the water that flowed underneath, as if it were some immortal and fluid vein of the planet. Then she skipped on to the other side, to the fairground and the bonny music that played.

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A million years from now, when the rest of the city had crumbled, the bridge would probably remain like a fossilized bone.

By mahoreveuse, April 4, 2013.

Found in Uglies, authored by Scott Westerfeld.

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The bridge is a marvel of steel and cables. It spans the river six lanes wide and looks like it just got beamed down from outer space. The old brick one that's still on the town's postcards crumbled and became unsafe. I'm told they actually sold it to a rival town and shipped it brick by cracked brick.

By chun, October 22, 2014.
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A hundred years ago the bridge was built with skill and precision. Each block was square and perfectly laid, the arches were mathematical semi-circles and along the edges was a balustrade of stone carved into dome topped pillars. Now we can only marvel at such ingenuity. No-one has the skills to build a wall and even if they did they're too whacked out on drugs.

By chun, October 22, 2014.