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Walking on the Brooklyn Bridge

The last day in NY, I walked alone on the Brooklyn Bridge.

The snow from the day before the bridge was slippery all over.

The sun was just starting to dark, sunset produced the beautiful scenery which enough to forget cold. 

Walking drunk in the scenery, suddenly I looked down the wooden bridge. I could see through the headlights of cars passing below. After I measure the height, I became dizzy and I even couldn’t make any step forward.

To forget it I needed to look up again.

And I paralyzed by the landscape then I crossed the bridge in a hurry.

Sometimes I might need not to be awaken from the anesthesia of beauty.