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Leaving New York

Manhattan. June third two thousand twelve Temperature 72 degrees Azure blue, an unmarred sky Life in forward motion Full bloom and full of possibility Then there you were Standing at the sidewalk Corner of West 51st & 8th Four suitcases … Continue reading

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4:55 a.m. Shuffle

4:55 a.m. Tuesday morning shuffle to the boathouse because it’s too early for a bus but not too late for a mother to be of use before he’s grown & gone love in an early morning drive

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