As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning. Markus Zusak
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When you live in the city, your world is small. When you live somewhere else, your world can be very big. You feel everything more intensely, and there is a lot of energy flowing around you. It is a wonderful feeling.

Source: Fighting Ruben Wolfe

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