Cranes are magical.
One day they're up: another day, gone.
In all of my 55 years, I have seen neither the assembly nor the dismantling of these huge towers. They just suddenly, mysteriously, appear or disappear.
I've never seen an operator ascend or descend from one. I've only seen these machines in motion or as still as a grave.
I could never climb one for my fear of heights. Instead, I just stand far below and marvel them from a distance.
Cranes, indeed, are magical.
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