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| photo by T. Krever |
I didn't understand where they came from, just that they came. The playground trees would change colors and boom! These would appear.
I told the Mariner we'd split the end and with a bit of spit, and boom! You had a rhinoceros nose.
The Mariner said, "oh I think that's just Your New York you did that in."
But, no it wasn't. It was Our New York. Where we played Ja-Spa-leaders-allowed or falougie or mach a naim or kugelach. Those words, those games, those days were normal.
Like what autumn used to be before the world changed it.
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