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New York City Rain
Rain pours loudly like a vivid bag of M&M’s, turning the grey NYC streets into riotous Mardi Gras. Traffic lights and neon signs magically defy gravity, with reflections coming from everywhere. People running, revived from rain-made oxygen, as I watch from my quiet apartment, like a child looking into a holiday shop window. by: Kimarie
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