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The air was crisp and biting as I stepped into the tunnel in Central Park, seeking shelter from the winter chill. The sound of my footsteps echoed softly against the walls, creating a sense of solitude amidst the busy city, blanketed in snow. I leaned against the cool surface, the quiet beauty of the snowflakes falling just outside the entrance contrasting with the warmth of my memories in this hidden nook.
The air was crisp and biting as I stepped into the tunnel in Central Park, seeking shelter from the winter chill. The sound of my footsteps echoed softly against the walls, creating a sense of solitude amidst the busy city, blanketed in snow. I leaned against the cool surface, the quiet beauty of the snowflakes falling just outside the entrance contrasting with the warmth of my memories in this hidden nook.