By: Carly Phelan (Civil Engineering)
Competition Year: 2012
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I will build her up from nothing, from dust and earth, from the very foundations.
From bones wrought in iron and sinews of cable, skin of liquid stone.
She will stand tall, scraping the sky.
My vision will be the air in her lungs,
And people will be the blood in her veins,
Filling her with laughter, tears, heat and electricity,
Lighting up her eyes from the inside, that she may look out at the world around her, and wonder.
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