It was amazing going up so high and looking down at the world below that I live in. Everything looked so built up... yet eerily quite. Almost frightening to see the city in all its grandeur, yet comforting to see all of my familiar haunts.
Now I understand, like never before, why New York City is called a concrete jungle. But for all of the built up intensity I could still see the gorgeous city that I know.
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So that was my Sunday on the top of the world.
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