It's six am and I'm in a brightly painted swiss owned hostel in Brooklyn, in a largely jewish neighborhood. I'm the only person awake and it feels quiet and cozy. I love it here, even right now in the wee hours of the morning it's like I can almost feel the pulse of the city around me, like a sleeping giant's heartbeat. I've never fallen in love
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