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Northern New Jersey is in my blood the so called stink is my perfume. I rejoice in the smell of dirty oil and old steel comingled with brown grass of the fall. The cold bight I felt as I walked on the cracked sidewalks of North Bergen in late winter continues to form who I am. When I see anything that reminds me of my heart's home I smile because to me Northern New Jersey is everywhere in this country, even here in sunny Miami.
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