I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, June 10, 2022
Urban poetry
This is the Katharine Hepburn Garden, a narrow strip of greenery along East 47th Street, a few blocks from the Turtle Bay apartment where she lived for more than 60 years.
You wouldn't think such a small park could feel like an oasis with the city bustle only a few feet away, but it does.
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