While Her New York is on vacation, encores from the beginning.
Originally posted October 15, 2009
This is like daylight to me. Decades of working inside cubicles sometimes never going outside during the hours of nine and five, nighttime becomes freedom and joy and play, skipping down dark and bright streets.
Greenwich Village Writers on Winter
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Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He
will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. —
Opening s...
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