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Diary of a New Yorker. Take a look around.

People walk in and out of our lives frequently. Some leave after a short amount of time—like footprints in fresh snow or a rare uninterrupted state of solace in the rush of city life—while others leave after an extended amount of time, after unconsciously branding a heart with their name and face.

Stages of pain, rage, and sorrow are inevitable. The ultimate challenge is to gather the courage needed to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let go.

December 29 at 10:30pm