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favorite places :: flying

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we were on the J train headed towards manhattan. just as we crossed over the bridge, as we rolled past the projects on the lower east side, she leaned towards the window and said, “this is it. my favorite place—because it looks like you’re flying.” then she made a whooshing sound and possibly some superhero arm movements. it did look a little like we were flying: the steel poles were out of sight and the cars, pedestrians, and cyclists were just below eye level.

Written by Gabrielle

October 27, 2010 at 5:32 am

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