The sun has descended on all that is crazy, but few have agreed to take leave of the street. They primp and they purchase while expertly texting the perfect location at which they will meet. The creatures, and features, of West Thirty-Fourth are enhanced by the glow from the shops and the towers providing a beacon of cool urban moonlight to help find their way to tomorrow's first hours. The view at this level provides entertainment that only reality dares to create, and mystically blends to a smooth sea of embers on ascending the building of Empire State.
© Christine Mastroianni, all rights reserved
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