The last year has gone.
In NY it was really nice. Around the city, in different rooms, all different, all with their atmosphere.
lighting of the city that seemed days, the tide of people, the fires.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
But I'm not too old to do certain things. At one and a half I had my eyes closed by themselves. And all the hours I spent in a coma. As long as Joy has decided that jumping off the couch to fish was a nice thing to do ...
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