I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, September 2, 2016
Urban poetry
Okay, maybe not urban poetry in the sense I generally use, but even after living in New York for decades, I still get a thrill whenever I catch a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty in the harbor.
So here's an old picture from her baby book -- 1884 in Paris, when she was still in pieces and her copper skin hadn't yet acquired that green patina.
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