How Country Feels
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When you think about the city what do you imagine.
Most people see traffic, crowed sidewalks, to many people and Pollution.
What I see is the beauty. The people that love there city. The beauty of the building. The mothers taking there children to daycare.
Sometimes I think about how my life would be with out living in New York.
I don't think I would be the same girl I am now. I don't think I would be who I am. This city is what makes me; me.
But everything I thought was completely wrong.
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