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Friday, June 19, 2020

Urban poetry

Last weekend, I was lured out with no urgent errand to run, just because the weather was so beautiful and I couldn't bear not to be out in it, just for a little while.

I walked over to Pier 84 on the Hudson, something that barely qualifies as a park to my jaded eyes under normal circumstances but which now looks like the bloody Garden of Eden. I mean, there are trees. And grass. And a river. And other people.

And all of it is outside!

Here are some of my fellow New Yorkers enjoying the day.

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