A melting pot of people burst through the immense gates and a series of asynchronous footsteps twirl skyward through the mahogany stairwells. The towering luminescent bulbs look over us and beam as a slight breeze nods in our direction and the sun waves goodbye.
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Don’t let the exterior of the double glazed automatic glass doors fool you, for once they slide open, what lies in front is nothing short of a snake pit.
My grandfather is a septuagenarian veteran swimming in the tidewater of his seventh decade, undefeated by the betrayal of time. His face is chisselled and the creases under his eyes grow in number by the day.