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A Sleepwalking through New York City
It's beginning in a subway train. Through the window, the city is moving ahead flat and softly. People on the street are slowly falling asleep. Those strange white houses, the unmelting snow balls are glittering in the sun.
Turning the corner, a crowed of hurrying angels are with their journey passing you by. Where they pass through, flowers falling silently.
The entrance leads you to the underground. City disappears.
Along her hint, you are chasing the time. Before sunset, you wake up in the call of the sea.
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