Build bridges.
Connect to people, walk with them, and never burn what's behind you even if it gets rough.
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Yesterday, the Walkway over the Hudson opened. City planners turned a mile and a half of an old burned rail bridge into a trek with a beautiful view. I witnessed an eclectic crowd including clowns on stilts, unicyclists, and magicians, revel in celebration of something deemed to be part of the Hudson River Valley's heritage. I heard strange accents and loved the bits of enthusiastic conversations I gathered as I ran across the concrete and steel structure with the masses. I never thought I would be writing this, but I think I love New York.
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