Friday, January 12, 2018

Familiar Sight

"I looked up through gritty eyes and there it was across the Brooklyn Bridge—Manhattan—shining like a million jagged shards of light; awe-inspiring, glossy, impossibly condensed and beautiful, a sight that was so familiar from television and films that I couldn't quite accept I was seeing it for real."
Jojo Moyes, Still Me


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