66 Square Feet
New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A clinking noise draws to me to the terrace just now. It comes from the top floor of the house across the street where, through the open window of their lamplit living room, I can see the neighbourman scraping the bottom of his pudding bowl.
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June 23, 2009 at 11:29 PM
Makes me think of Grahame Greene's prose. :-)
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