6 Mar 2022

The air smells of soggy cardboard and dogs and the sun peeks through clouds and we are the only two people in the market, savoring the slowness and the silence. The city is alive with hints of spring and I know, I know, I know why we came here.

Two cyclists and a runner pass in front of a short brick building with “City of New York” on the outside of it. A blue, white, and orange flag flies on top of the building and a bridge is in the background. The sun is out.

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