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New York truly is the biggest apple in the world, it reminds me
of a paragraph from Love in our World by Nick Brandt
(your narrator):
"The scent of cars - iron, oil, brakes and motion. A hotdog
stand is nearby and the scent mingles, mixing with the smell of
the city, the smell of people and the buildings that surround us.
I wonder about the stories there are to be told in this conundrum
of people living their lives, each separated by their own reality
and living in their own sphere, creating a whole by sharing space
and time together."
That's how you spell New York... Next stop Saaaaan Francisco... |
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