Friday, 11 July 2014

New York

The Hudson is alive with the waves and toxic fish which some bait despite the warnings. Choppers fly by like flies and land like flies, making a noise that only New Yorkers can be deaf to. The sun rises on the East side, but sets in Jersey, leaving a trail of colors that is indescribable. All sorts of people go by, walking, talking, buzzing. Tough lives are forgotten as the sail boats bob in the waters of high tide. The statue of liberty still waits with its arm raised and the Brooklyn bridge carries its hipster solidiers by the trainful. New York is well and alive around the twenty something and 12th near Chelsea.

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