Me and Louise on 44th and First sometime in the 1960's
My sister's violin teacher lived in Oz which required travel.
The doorman the stones the streets the trees the silence the restraint the language of air we didn't breathe or speak or understand Florence's unspoken admonishment to be on my best behavior
This was uptown.
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