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There is much that can be told about any city, urban landscapes which frame the horizon with their skyscrappers, bridges, parks, buildings and streets which show an always present pulse, a flow of things, cars, vehicles, people coming and going, whether in early dawn or by the glowing night lights, Indianapolis has that "something" which has captured my attention enormously. That something also represents the fact of not only being a city of concrete, steel and glass, but a metro sorrounded by vast and present greenery patches and double lane road streets, which drive you through images of mailboxes, front porches and roof shingles; trees everywhere, now blooming with a beautiful and warm welcome to an already mature and sometimes volatile spring, one morning rainful and another with a sun greeting by your window, and here and then a snow fall that melts away or lasts a day or two. |
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