mar y luna

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thank you Jean Michel

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Top of the Whitney, looking over the Hudson River, NYC

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NYC midtown, east to west

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Autumnal Equinox in the redwoods.

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Nilly, giving face.

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How strange to feel something so close to mercy, whatever that was, and stranger still that it should be found in here of all places, at the end of a road of ruined houses by a toxic river. That among a pile of salvaged trash, he would come closest to all he ever wanted to be: a consciousness sitting under a lightbulb reading his days away, warm and alone, alone and yet, somehow, still somebody’s son.

The Emperor of Gladness, Ocean Vuong

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summer vibes, Sophia 1957

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Summa summa summa time