Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
New York
My place is fantastic. Is a place of many lights that shine at night.
So many tall towers. A beautiful sunset, sunrise above the ocean.
The taste of a S
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The sound of people having a conversation where ever you go.
The bad thing is people pushing you.
The sound of horns.So many terrible drivers out there.
The many accidents that happen a day, a week.The smell as if of fire.Some loud trains.
The sound of traffics, thousands of people, and so many street names.
Many vehicles that go around to many places, that you can’t remember the names
of those places and streets.
You sometimes get lost as if you were new. Unless you new the place and you live there.
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