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“The Sculpture”

I like walking alone in the city. I am able to stop on a whim, peer in store windows, inhale odors of exotic, ethnic foods, surreptitiously people watch during my stroll. It’s a beautiful, early February afternoon and I’m wandering … Continue reading

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