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Two years and two weeks ago I was riding my bike home after work and was so overwhelmed by the night and my joy in being and the low wind rushing in my cold ringing ears that I closed my eyes and took my hands from my bars and ghostrode across the Walnut Street Bridge. While the story quickly turns ugly, and I heartily do not recommend manifesting your joy in being in this way, I can say for sure that I’ve had other such gasping bright moments on those elevated blocks. When it gets into the dead bitter sting of frozen nose Philadelphia winter I go there and watch the ice floes in the river and listen for distant trains. These quiet testaments to the city of bro love may not be something you can quickly check out or easily capture, but they’re there, and they’re part of what makes living here so great.

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