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I Miss New York As It Was

I miss getting covered in sand from the beach.

I miss walking around in the blistering sun.

I miss the back of my t-shirt sticking to the subway chair.

I miss waiting to get a drink at a crowded bar.

I miss my umbrella popping inside out leaving me soaked in the middle of the street.

I miss the wind tunnels dropping the temp 10 degrees each time you turn a block.

I miss tourists asking me how to find the High Line.

I miss New York as it was.

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