new york city

Over the great bridge, with sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen for the first time, in its wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. —F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Places I’d rather be - New York, NY