It is the mist slowly rising and rain all around as perspective/landscape and the simplistic majesty of the Plaza and CPW towering over Central Park--an as always was/always will be tribute to something larger than selfhood and self. The moment, when, just as Woolf predicted, it is happiness, before and after fade away and blurred on the pavement
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can't wait to see you.
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love, kells
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