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Winter’s Tale Part II

Pursefixation against the Brooklyn Bridge

And he was seldom out of sight of the new bridges, which had married beautiful womanly Brooklyn to her rich uncle, Manhattan; had put the city’s hand out to the country; and were the end of the past because they spanned not only distance and deep water but dreams and time.”

Winter’s Tale, Mark Helprin

And that’s where my Winter’s Tale brought me: to the foot of Brooklyn Bridge – the colossal construction of steel with monumental columns made of limestone, granite and cement that became an imposing symbol of the power of technology and optimism of the time. Today, embodying the grandiose spirit of New York City, this transcendent architectural marvel still attracts thousands of people every day. Prodigious in the eyes of its first admirers, it transgresses the time and astounds the hearts of crowds today, and no doubt, it will still impress the ones that come after.

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Winter’s Tale Part I

Blizzard in Central Park

They’re not just dreams. Not anymore, I dream more than I wake now, and, at times, I have crossed over. Can’t you see? I’ve been there.”

Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin.

I dreamed about the perfect blizzard to come over New York City, the one that transfigures scenery and redesigns the landscape; the mesmerizing snow storm that slows time down and takes you into the realm of pure winter wonderland, where snow incessantly falls with soft, sparkling, shooting star flakes that resemble comet’s tail when captured in the fall, before they kiss the puffy clouds you walk on.

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