A man, older. A shaggy gray beard drags beneath his chin. A gaze like stolen time; his gaze, liquid beneath the rising sun, lingers; I can feel it. A girl, brown hair tied back. Waves escape to fall before her ear. Amidst the rising sun, she is softened, a pencil drawing yet to be hardened … Continue reading In Tompkins Square Park Again
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