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"Snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, and it was the kind of winter day that was comfortably cold. Moments like those, New York opens itself up, surprises me, whispers its secrets to me, even calls me by name, and I am left believing that he city really is as magical as people are always saying."
Alexia Arthurs, How to Love a Jamaican
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