Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Finding Florence In Her New York

Life goes on.

What was once normal or familiar or home becomes a memory almost out of grasp.  Like trying to remember what the street used to look like before it became a gallery of high-end chains.

But, every once in a while, a homage to Florence bursts out of lost days and a former city.  In this case, a fierce runner, unimpressed and not intimidated by a blizzard, charging down Second Avenue.

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