We devoured a couple of hundred miles in less than four hours. I am back, again, in the city of broken dreams and rising hopes. A lot of water has passed below this bridge. A new decision, a new laughter, new dancing moves, new (old) music, new histories, my same old stories and the feeling of a new beginning.
I am back in the city again. I will have my little fix of NY and will come back to DC as the junkie who is always fantasizing about having an ever lasting high.
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