15 February 2008

the depth of february

i have escaped. from the frigid, bustling northeast i find myself in a palm-treed paradise. spring is already here, the cherry blossoms are full and splendid and the first thing i noticed this morning was the smell of freshly cut grass.people are people again, with arms and legs and faces; no walking piles of down and wool here.

would someone please remind me why I moved to new york?

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