I live in the city. Not just any city though. I live in the city people dream about. I live in New York City. I used to live in the suburbs. I miss the stars, the sunsets and rises, the land, and the sounds of rain on a tin roof and bugs at night. As much as I love the suburbs and country, there is also something about the city. The sounds of the subway train, and the feeling....cradle, rock, rock, cradle, rock, rock. The way the snow falls and the wind blows out of Old Man Winter's icy lips. It is a though snow flakes are just something he makes in all of his spare time...individual, beautiful, and unlike New York, but as beautiful as the country.
By Addison Jones
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That is great!! What perspective!
ReplyDeleteI completely agree, Addison! You said it perfectly! -Beano
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