All that is left from Ernesto is what you see here, rain, low heavy thick clouds and a strong steady breaze which caused me to get windburn on my cheeks. All you can see for miles is varying degrees and shades of grey, all blending and contrasting with each other.
BTW, this is the view of the east side of lower Manhattan from the Brooklyn Bridge as we crossed it.
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You love NYC the way Blackfive loves Chicago. It is something special to hear him tell stories about HIS city.
I think that's sooo wonderful.
And you're right. YOUR city is beautiful. I can't wait to out there and have you show me some sights!!!
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