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.
A few photos of Amelia and Charlie
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The Tompkins Square Park hawk fledglings are dispersing, moving further
away from the park and embarking on their independent lives. I've still
been seei...
4 days ago

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