How Country Feels

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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