A thin film of ice on the lake in Central Park. It's been so consistently cold that I'm surprised the lake isn't frozen solid by now
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Urban poetry
A thin film of ice on the lake in Central Park. It's been so consistently cold that I'm surprised the lake isn't frozen solid by now
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buildings,
Central Park,
ice,
lakes,
New York,
reflections,
skyline,
urban poetry,
winter
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