Aging
There is no difference between you and I. Oh, sure, you have short hair, laced in gold with the highlights of an Angel’s halo, glistening... Read more
On a cold day in March just before dusk I walk down Fifth Avenue across the street from Central Park opposite the Metropolitan Museum. Pink... Read more
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