Dawn in Coney Island. Very quiet, buds on trees. Dandelions yesterday. Birds are making nests. Saw one proudly flapping away with a cigarette butt.
This morning I broke my glasses. Alexander fixed them splendidly with a dental probe, and steel wire. They have a sort of stream punk look now, but I can see to read!
Mike got up at 4am as usual. Zander
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