At the corner of Amity Street and Clinton I looked up. No leaves, and a perfect stripe in the sky.
Charging across downtown Brooklyn to visit Betty at the hospital, I crossed a square I'd never seen...
Waiting for Vince to buy socks at the weird mall near the intersection of Atlantic and Flatbush, I looked through the windows to see what was left of sundown.
don't know if you are aware of it
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white line" in the sky is a
chemtrail. you can google it.
Lyn - "perfect "stripe", actually :-) not sure I understand your comment?
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