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Personal Narrative: A New World In Boston
Remember when we heard of the promises of this New World in Boston? Remember when you laughed right at seeing the poster? Do you remember when you called it “simply a big bunch of hogwash “? You may want to change your mind, as this is a truly wonderful place. The whole city is vibrant and alive! The waterfront bustles with commotion, sailors running to and fro, kids getting into all kinds of mischief, and new arrivals coming in by the minute. Bells chime, sailors cheer, and it is so energetic, spirited, and vivid! Up higher, businesses ring their bells and call out their competitive deals as the church bell’s peals sing loud and clear. The wonderful scents from the bakery and the sea mix into an irresistible aroma as the lively town square
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