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When I close my eyes my mind wonders and my imagination flies. I can'y help but ponder... what from my dreams will arise? Slowly I fall into an abyss and my dreams fly all around me.
Minutes pass as the sun drops into the Hudson River The George Washington Bridge looms above all of this New York lights up in its glory and spectacle From the bridge it is a sight that is not to be missed A tired, weary traveler still on his way