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Day 413

Under a cover of stars, I breathe for the first time in months. The stars aren't bright and clear like described in books, but rather many small glows, wrapped in a cover of smog lifted through the air. I turn and see buildings I admired when I was an elementary schooler or planes taking off with big United signs on them. There's something odd about my hometown being a city that inhabits nearly four million people, but it's mine nonetheless, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

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