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It’s not windy, but it’s still hot. My clothes are ringing, and my shirt collar is hitting my face and feet. Cars the size of matchboxes are shuttling through the street.

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I tried to keep my balance with my hands open and walked in the city. I didn’t walk slowly, and I was not afraid at all. Soon I reached the end of the beam. Both … It’s not windy, but it’s still hot. My clothes are ringing, and my shirt collar is hitting my face and feet. Cars the size of matchboxes are shuttling through the street.Read more