Friday, August 28, 2015

Foster Child

Henry Hudson Bridge (Wikimedia Commons)

"As soon as I left Manhattan behind, the beneficent, regal creature forgot me. It tolerated me when I was a student of eighteen, it gave me my chance, it celebrated me when I made it, and it forgot me the second I drove over the Henry Hudson Bridge. You're always just a foster child in the city that never sleeps. The second you go, someone else takes your room."
Kristan Higgins, If You Only Knew

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