There's something constant in the ebb and flow of subway trains as they sweep you along the course of your life. It's soothing, even, a balm to the scratchy edges of a New York soul. Even though a man on the 6 train stepped on my toes, and it's 35 degrees and raining, I can see stars glimmering through the orange haze of streetlights on my block.
Tonight, life is beautiful.
Tonight, life is beautiful.
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