You return in a whirlwind, persistent deadlines following you until a moment's break tosses you into apathy. It's not an unwelcome moment. Your apartment takes you back like a warm hug, you cannot be mad when you are loved. The river is the same in the early mornings, you walk out jet lag early, but the crowds are already there before you. You remember a time in New York before you were even there, a New York of long ago, you remember there was a magic lying in the gutters.
It's still there, you know it.
You vow to keep looking until forever.
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