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Post by Anastasia on Aug 22, 2012 23:55:25 GMT -5
It wasn't only the great distance they'd traveled to get here, or the difference in culture and architecture--Anastasia could handle that.
It was the time difference. Paris, while a bit old-fashioned, hadn't been all that far behind Russia as she remembered it. New York city was mind-boggling in what it contained. Just the docks that they'd disembarked from were amazing.
She stared up at the verdigris-covered statue in the harbor, remembering stories about it, although it shouldn't have turned green that fast. Also vying for her attention where the glittering skyscrapers and the automobiles zooming by on the streets.
"Oh, my."
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Post by Christian on Oct 4, 2012 19:49:22 GMT -5
((I LIVE))
"Indeed," Christian returned, shaking his head with similar disbelief and lacing his fingers with Anastasia's, maintaining a firm grip on her hand. "So, this is the infamous New York?"
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Post by Anastasia on Oct 10, 2012 22:35:30 GMT -5
"This is amazing," she breathed. "I don't even know what to look at first!"
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