It only seemed appropriate to entertain a long walk in the Slope this morning. With thoughts of dinner party in Tribeca ahead, Pilgrim and I took in the unusually quiet streets. I plucked an L Magazine from a kiosk, Pilgrim found a stick (that he carried all the way home). He glanced up at me several times, gloriously impressed with himself.
cotton candy.
reach.
(ciao), baby.
spread.
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