2 Feb 2022

Sunday in Brooklyn turns out to be a Tuesday or Wednesday. Skip out on work to eat a stack of salty chocolate pancakes. Hold the coffee. Take a nap that leaves me feeling silly. Realize winter is growing on me in its gray, drippy city ways.

A tall man in a teal jacket and a shorter woman with a black winter coat look into a mirror, half-posing. They are in a naturally lit room with cacti lining the white background wall. They wear masks.

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