listening to a conversation.
of someone who sounds like they are settling for something less than they deserve.
trying to make someone feel something they can't.
me, tired, running on vapors, the ghost impatiently floating in the corner.
I don't know what to say to this cycle that repeats itself over and over.
So I remain silent, offering only an ear over a wire.
sometimes it's all one can do.
Brooding time for our local hawks
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Hawk nesting season has officially begun as Tompkins Square red-tailed
hawks, Amelia and Christo, are brooding eggs. We do not now how many there
are, bu...
4 days ago
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