urban fairytale

by Rachel Lynch in


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Then I take a step outside, and see everything around me. New York, itself, is a fairytale. From it's tall building tops, to it's secret gardens. From it's pizza shops to it's ice cream parlors, it is a novel that could never be written. Even as I sit here now in an all white coffee shop, the sun is shining, and the people have smiles on their faces, I could never write what it is to be here. That's why we come to New York, we know no novel could do it justice, so we seek to write out own stories on it's streets. We have our own cast of characters, our own favorite settings and our own magical adventures. New York is an individual story to each of it's inhabitants, that's why it's magic.

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photos by Tessa Abrahams