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 Sometimes I forget how wonderful this city is. Sometimes I choose to forget how chaotic it can be. As I sit listening to the conversations surround me in the park, I stare into the vast skyline filled with buildings and a hint of golden sunlight as the sun sets. I'm worn and weary but always the same: this city breathes life and I take it as I go. (I apologize for any wonkiness my comments system gives you when you comment. It's been acting a little strange so pardon its attitude. I'll see what's wrong or upgrade soon!) |