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In Quidi Vidi Village by the seashore quite content a wooden box nestled in the green grass is painted red. The latch hook, archaic in its simply molded naked form was quite effective keeping out an errant hand or winter storm. I'd no idea what might be stored behind its weather-softened lid, but something useful judging from the marks the latch left when it slid. I don't recall exactly what this box was for or where it sat, I only know my thinking was I gotta take a pic of that.

Empire State Building

New York City

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.

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