Catching up with an old friend

The woman passes below my window, my perch in the connecting corridor suspended over 18th Street between two buildings, the Flamm and the Mercator. She's walking eastbound on the south side of the street, sticking to the thin band of shade shiellding her from the summer sun. It's not her red hair that has my... Continue Reading →

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