Empire

At the top of the Empire State Building there was a fence, its iron posts curved inward at the top, too high for anyone, even my tall father, to jump over or climb. Other men and women in overcoats and stylish hats had their children with them, too. Below through swirling clouds and fog small parts of the great gray city were revealed, then obscured. My father held me up so that I could see more, but one glimpse had been enough to know the size of New York City.

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