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.
Using Wednesdays Words
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The words for Wednesday were; tissue, boardwalk, cemented, rolling, bubbles
and balding.
The widow to be stood on the boardwalk weeping daintily into her t...
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