The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
Highlights from the Village Independent Democrats 1980s Collection
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This is one of a series of blog posts which highlights our new Village
Independent Democrats collection in our Preservation History Archive. The
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