I feel a ripple of unease, an underground stream you can’t locate. Will I ever again walk the streets of New York with good posture. It’s a different.. I feel a ripple of unease, an underground stream you can’t locate. Will I ever again walk the streets of New York with good posture. It’s a different kind of happiness I’m thinking about. In that happiness, I’m awake in the night, looking foolish. lauriestone.substack.com/leaving-new-yo...
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