"Our walk back to Manhattan is even more spectacular, as the sun is just beginning to rise. Like film being exposed, night turns to day. The World Trade Center and its orbit of skyscrapers are bathed in a soft silvery light, before turning a pale eachy pink, then finally exploding in Technicolor. It's so beautiful and breathtaking that I want to cry. But I don't."
Emily Giffin, The Lies that Bind
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