We arrived at night, when the city lights were on and the gas lamps were lit. We rolled our suitcases over the brick sidewalks, around silent corners, and through streets of history. Perhaps we were walking in the very same steps of those who shaped our country. The morning was not far away, there was much to explore, and Boston was at our fingertips.
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Very poetic! You forgot to mention the awesome food we got at Arbys courtesy of the China Town Bus. =)
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