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New York, New York

I’ve missed blogging. I walk the streets with my camera hanging heavy in my hands, but I know the city too well.

I’ve been back for 3 weeks. The streets reach up into my feet as I pound them endlessly, walking.

I love New York.

I LOVE New York.

To be home.

To know something so intimately.

But familiarity bleeds into numbness now.

I wonder if once you start moving, you can never stop.


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