Out of nowhere, overnight, at the blink of an eye, the apple blossoms appeared.
The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
Jo Davidson’s “Plastic History,” Featuring His Village Friends - This is one in a series of posts marking the 50th anniversary of the designation of the Greenwich Village Historic District. Check out our year-long act...
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