New York sits in her hallowed shell, breathing deep breaths of slumber. People are sparse, I notice them and they see me. My anonymity revealed, as if for the first time. And yet there is peace. I see everything and am reminded of the fact that I am only passing through. Dog walkers stroll with their pets, content in the Sunday morning slumber. The city breathes slowly, catching her breath, as if for the first time.
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