Some snow in the park, a crowd of trees around, the river in front of you... The sun went down the skyline, and a soft light dressed the atmosphere of a surreal flavour. I felt my heart beating fast. Happy to be here. There's something magic about New York City. It's a sensation slowly penetrating the deepest rooms of your soul. In some respects you may not feel American, but you may like to feel Newyorker..
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