One evening, I wondered if you’d not be coming back here. Here is where I have been, three years on our birth month. I am sitting down or walking slowly. Lately reminding myself go easy. I think all about this place as I go. Strange thoughts of New York, thoughts one oftentimes can’t sort out [...]

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I looked out the window onto the East River. The window was spotted with rain, and dust stuck onto the rain spots. Greezy fingered fat kid smudges lined the other side, and the East River looked snow covered in April. I asked my self, “hey, self– you gone nuts?”
I remember thinking it was because I [...]

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