I’m at the Brooklyn Bridge subway. On the platform. It’s warm and sticky and a godsend from the howling wind and chill of NYC above.
Great read... I was right there with you...
Everybody can be a walking collection of stories, a walking LIBRARY. They don't stop until we die, & even then they can leave echoes.
Great read... I was right there with you...
Everybody can be a walking collection of stories, a walking LIBRARY. They don't stop until we die, & even then they can leave echoes.