Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful, wonderful, harmonious day. Warm Sun, Strong Winds: feeling cosmic.
I like the Chicago lake front in the summer, it reminds me of New York in a way. So many people.
Words come hard-pressed like a good coffee or a olive oil. Only what has survived the refining process is worth anything. (is that true?) - [No, not always]
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Taking those moments to slowly drink in air
like slow inhalations of nicotine or molasses-
the dark and ripping current invades.
Miss this city or love this city
we are the food it consumes.
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