The Golden Horn was burning with the reflection of the setting sun, a sheet of copper and gold that hurt the eyes to look at. Esra stood by the Galata Bridge, the hem of her coat damp from the sea spray, watching the fishing boats bob like corks in the wake of a passing ferry.
It does, Esra. You just haven't installed the plugin to see it yet.
(2017): Critiques the commercialization of Istanbul's neighborhoods and the loss of societal relations due to high-rise developments [8]. Esra Aliçavuşoğlu (Museum Studies/Art History):
