So much green, life in the air. No need for sweatshirts, but I wear them anyway. Everybody loves, everybody feels the warmth drifting around them. Clay courts covered in footprints. Players chasing after that black, white checkered ball. Dripping down from the sky, water, coming harder. Everybody's dancing. Staying up late with your friends, music blasting, peacocks screaming. Iguanas walk along without a care, lying in the trees, trying to go to sleep. All of this, it's part of me. Green leaves, full streets, insanely loud music. The love, care, and having fun, in the Magic City, where anything is possible. Where Am I? by Nora Centeno ’32 32
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