This evening, commuters emerging from busses and subways near Borough Hall were greeted by the sound of beating drums, shaking maracas and resonating gourds. It was an outdoor concert organized by the West Indian American Day Carnival Association, the folks responsible for the annual Labor Day parade on Brooklyn’s Eastern Parkway.
Dancer on stilts 
Two dancers on stilts kicking backwards in unison
Playing the guitar
Orange and white feathers
Pink and orange feathers
Young dancer
The Northeast part of the United States has been pelted with rain for days, but regardless of the weather, local Mermaids were determined to hold their parade today on the streets of Coney Island.
There were few drizzles during the 24th Annual Mermaid Parade, but the crowds in the streets were unusually sparse, the skies were gray, some of the floats were draped with tarpulins and more than one participant carried an umbrella. And when the marching (and dancing, strutting, singing and swinging) stopped, the skies opened. Good thing that all mermaids love water.
The Mermaid Parade
The “mayor” of Coney Island banging his own drum
East Village Sea Monster Marching Band
Chef vs. lobster
Mermaid and Captain
Sea-Funk All Star Band
Bride and Grouper with attendants
Burleque queen Little Brooklyn & her boyfriend
Republi-Sea-Monster
Rockin’ little mer-boy
Patriotic mermaid
Marilyn Mermaid
Blue mermaid
Wearing pink on the Boardwalk
Tatooed mermaid
Mermaid and (soon-to-be) mer-mom
Red & white fish
Wearing the official parade hat
Man, dog & parrot
Man-eating goldfish
Bambi the Mermaid and indy director Abel Ferrera
Ginger & the Skipper (sans Gilligan)
Elvis of the sea
New York’s Finest
Trio of New York’s Finest
After the parade, a lone mermaid stands in the rain
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This is a sunny day in one of the world’s largest cities. It isn’t a legal holiday; there isn’t an emergency; the authorities haven’t evacuated the neighborhood. Yet the shops are shuttered, the businesses are closed and the streets are empty of traffic.
Question: What is going on and where is everybody?
Answer: It’s just another Friday afternoon in Borough Park.
Borough Park (also spelled Boro Park), a somewhat run-down, working-class area of Brooklyn, is home to one of the largest Orthodox Jewish communities in the world. Many of the residents here follow the teachings of Yisrael Ben Eliezer, known as The Baal Shem Tov (The Master of the Good Name).
The Baal Shem Tov, who died in the Ukraine in 1760, was the founder of the Hassidic Jewish movement. He taught that God is best served and worshipped through singing and dancing, and instructed his followers to meditate, so they could connect with the “holy sparks of the Glory of God” that dwell in “all that is in the world.”
The male followers of The Baal Shem Tov are easily recognized by their distinctive appearance. Bearded, they wear garments modeled after those of their spiritual leader, including a beskeshe (a suit with long tailored jacket), a fringed prayer shawl called a tallit or talles, a skullcap known as a kippah or yarmulke and, on Shabbos and other holidays, a circular fur hat called a shtreimel. Hasidic women can dress in mainstream styles but are limited to suitably modest items. They are free to wear makeup, jewelry and other fashionable adornments, but once married, the women cover their hair with wigs, scarves or hats.
While they have always considered children a blessing, many modern Hasidim are committed to having as many children as possible, believing that they must replace the 6 million Jews murdered in the Holocaust. Consequently, the neighborhood has the highest birth rate in the city.
On Friday afternoon, around 2:00 p.m., the entire neighborhood shuts down, allowing the Hasidim to go home and prepare for Shabbos, the Jewish Sabbath. It is Erev Shabbos (the evening the Sabbath begins), when, dressed in their finest garb, large families hurry through the streets to the services where they welcome their day of rest. Come Sunday morning, the normal workweek will resume; the restaurants and stores will open again, the sidewalks will overflow with bustling shoppers and the streets will be filled with roaring, honking traffic.
Posters on a lamppost
Sign on a construction site.
Holding his shtreimel and tallit (talles)
Retrieving a curious (and fast-moving) toddler
A chubby little scholar
Taking a break
Mazel Tov Bubbies & Mommies – ad on a 13th Avenue bus shelter
Kosher Submarine, locked until Sunday
A yeshiva school bus stands empty
A family of seven (one inside Mom)
No place to spend a dime
A row of shuttered stores
Sisters in matching dresses
The main street of Borough Park, 13th Avenue, at 2:30 p.m.
Not a soul in sight on New Utrecht Avenue
Nothing in this direction, either
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Yesterday marked the beginning of Fleet Week, when thousands of Sailors, Marines and Coast Guardsmen from around the world descend on New York City in a celebration of all things nautical. This morning, the Blue Angels, the U.S. Navy’s aerobatic flight squadron, flew over and around the city as part of the Fleet Week festivities.
Unfortunately, their flight received little advance publicity. Many people in lower Manhattan and Brooklyn heard the jet engines overhead and, feeling as though they were in a replay of September 11, 2001, braced themselves, waiting for the sounds and smells of an enormous crash.
As the jets continued to roar above, New Yorkers called each other, switched on the news and rushed to the rooftops to see what was happening. Once we knew that we were safe, many of us ran downstairs and grabbed cameras. These images were shot from my rooftop.
Blue Angels over the Brooklyn Piers
Blue Angels circling above the river
Plane speeding overhead
Blue Angels at the Statue of Liberty
Blue Angels heading north
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What Wine Goes with That?
Customer: I’m not really much of a meat eater. What would you recommend?
Waiter: Another restaurant.
— Overheard in Peter Luger Steakhouse, Brooklyn
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This weekend, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden is celebrating Sakura Matsuri, the annual Cherry Blossom Festival. The Garden’s collection of cherry trees (200 trees, 42 species and varieties) is unmatched outside of Japan.
Every tree in the collection is covered with lush, gorgeous cherry blossoms and the superb lilac grove is at its peak. The blooms have filled this corner of Brooklyn – and the hearts of those fortunate enough to linger here — with sweetly fragrant pink and lavender clouds of joy.
Cascades of wisteria
Purple lilacs
Lilac
Musician inside tent
Musicians inside tent
Buying bento boxes
Festival goers playing “go”
Festival goers
Festival goers taking photos
In the Japanese Garden
Waterfall in the Japanese Garden
Young festival goer
Festival goer
Under a cherry blossom ceiling
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Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. – Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus,” 1883. Engraved on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty.
This morning a motley crowd carrying banners and waving flags gathered on Cadman Plaza. In a procession more than a mile long, they walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and into lower Manhattan to protest a bill currently before the U.S. Congress. The proposed legislation, known as H.R.4437, would radically change immigration policies.
America has long been a nation of immigrants. The laws governing who can enter, who may live and work and go to school within our borders, and who is entitled to social services continually change as the political winds blow.
H.R. 4437, also known as the Border Security Bill, would (among other provisions) require construction of a 700 mile long fence (1120 km) along the Mexican border and would oblige the federal government to imprison non-citizens who are in the U.S. without the proper immigration paperwork.
Legalizacion Para Todos Los Inmigrantes
Gathering on Cadman Plaza
On the Bridge
Crossing to Manhattan
Supporters waiting in front of City Hall
Rest in pieces HR 4437
Heading up Broadway
Sisters from Honduras
On daddy’s shoulders
In Foley Square
Protesting pooch
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Sukkot (also spelled Succoth or Sukkos) is a Jewish harvest festival that generally occurs in late October. One of the happiest events on the Jewish calendar, it is commonly known as “the Season of our Rejoicing.”
Sukkot commemorates the end of the 40 year period that Moses and his followers wandered in the desert and lived in temporary shelters. The word “Sukkot” is the plural of “sukkah,” which means “huts” or “booths.”
During the seven days of the festival, Jews are commanded to dwell in sukkot. Since few live in climates that allow them to sleep outside in October, most fulfill the requirement to “dwell” in a sukkah by eating all their meals there.
Generally, building the sukkah is a family project; once the structure is in place, the kids help decorate it with fruits and flowers of the season including dried squash, stalks of corn, bunches of grapes, painted pumpkins and branches laden with berries.
Another commandment involving Sukkot features what are known as the Four Species: a citron (known in Hebrew as etrog), a palm branch, two willow branches and three myrtle branches. The branches are bound together and called a “lulav.” The observant face East, hold the lulav and etrog, recite a blessing, then wave them East, South, West, North, up and down.
For those who can’t dwell in a sukkah, or shake the lulav and esrog on their own, the Chabad Lubavith has set up a mobile sukkah and it driving it through the streets of Brooklyn. Today it was parked downtown, near Borough Hall.
The curious and the pious were welcomed into the wooden hut on the back of a truck, where volunteers placed the Four Species in their hands. If the visitors didn’t know the proper blessing, they were prompted and if they didn’t know what to do with the Four Species, they were shown.
The Sukkah Mobile on Court Street
Borough Hall in the background
Young volunteers display the lulav and esrog
Judaism 101: Sukkot
Chabad-Lubavitch
Sukkot
CrownHeightsInfo: A Sukkah Mobile in London
DailyIllini: Jewish students celebrate
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For more than three decades, Brooklynites have gathered on Atlantic Avenue once a year to celebrate themselves and each other. The Atlantic Antic is Brooklyn’s biggest community event, an opportunity for the residents of several diverse neighborhoods to come out, meet and mingle.
It is a time to learn about (and join) community groups, cultural groups and polticial groups of every stripe and respresenting every cause.
It is a chance for kids to follow their passions. A parking lot is turned into a playground. Face-painters, balloon twisters and pony rides abound. Civic-minded kids set up stands to raise money for victims of Hurricane Katrina and sell lemonade to benefit childhood cancer.
It is the time to dance. Throughout the Antic, the air is filled with music as bands perform country, rock, oldies, middle eastern, hip-hop and folk from stages and in front of bars.
It is an opportunity to find bargains. Retailers bring their merchandise outside. Artisans and craftspeople show off their wares and make connections.
It is the day to eat. The doors of the Avenue’s many restaurants open their doors and food vendors from elsewhere join them. Walk a few blocks and you’ll be able to sample Barbeque, British, French, Italian, Korean, Chinese, Indian, Thai, Lebanese, Egyptian, Greek, Palestinian, Jamaican, Hatian, Soul Food, Spanish, Mexican and a host of other cuisines. Must your food be vegan, halal, kosher, fat-free, salt-free or wheat-free? Don’t worry, there’s plenty available here, no matter what you prefer, for little or no money.
Kids Help Kids working to benefit victims of Hurricane Katrina
The pastor of a church just off Atlantic drums up business
Mayoral candidate Fernando Ferrar and wife
Drummers in front of Stan’s Place
Frying crawfish cakes in front of The House of The Lord Church
Selling lemonade for childhood cancer research
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In the mid-1950s, America fell in love with a television program about working class New Yorkers called The Honeymooners. Ex-vaudevillian Jackie Gleason starred as blustering Brooklyn bus driver Ralph Kramden; 50 years later, the actor and the character he portrayed continue to occupy a special place in the hearts of New Yorkers and the New York Transit Authority. In fact, a statue showing Kramden in uniform stands outside the Port Authority Bus Terminal (New York City’s largest bus station) and a major bus depot on Brooklyn’s Fifth Avenue is named in Jackie Gleason’s honor.
Today the New York Transit Museum held its 12th annual bus festival at the foot of Borough Hall, drawing bus aficionados from far and wide. And naturally, Gleason’s presence was felt. As they walked along the avenue of historic vehicles, visitors were serenaded by the series’ familiar, brassy theme song issuing from loudspeakers. One of the highlights of the day was watching people suddenly stop, smile in recognition and happily exclaim, “Hey, they’re playing the Honeymooners’ song!”
From the official festival announcement:
September 17, 2005, 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Join us as we celebrate a century of motorized bus service in New York City at the New York Transit Museum’s 12th Annual Bus Festival. More than a dozen vintage Museum buses, dating from 1917 to the 1980s, support vehicles, and more recent examples from the MTA fleet of buses will be on display in Columbus Park. The star attraction of this year’s festival is “Betsy,” the Museum’s newly acquired closed-top, double-decker bus (no. 1263), originally operated by the Fifth Avenue Coach Company from 1931 to 1953. Throughout the day visitors to the Festival may enjoy guided tours of the fleet, live musical entertainment, hands-on children’s workshops, story-telling, and complimentary rides around historic Brooklyn Heights on a horse-drawn omnibus. And everyone can shop for unique bus-related gifts and transit memorabilia in the Transit Museum Store tent. This event is free and open to the public.
Vintage double-decker bus
New York Transit Museum Bus Festival
Parked in front of the State Supreme Court
Bus 303 (circa 1917)
New York Transit Museum
Getting ready to tow a bus back to the depot
Jackie Gleason Depot, 871 Fifth Avenue (July, 2005)
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Twin beams of light now mark the place where two mighty towers rose and fell. Each year, on the date of the World Trade Center’s destruction, brilliant blue towers shine into the heavens from dusk until dawn.
I shot this photo from my rooftop.
Tribute in light
It was the perfect day for a leisurely walk over the Brooklyn Bridge. A bit past the halfway mark, near the bronze plaques commemorating the bridge’s construction, I came across members of The Silver Brown Dance Company – a small group who were rehearsing for a performance they’ll hold here tomorrow.
Walking towards Manhattan
Midway across the East River, looking up
Dancers stretching
Warming up
Preparing for rehearsal
Reaching up
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The Caribbean Sea is so close to New York City that it is possible to hop on a flight at JFK Airport and be on a sun-drenched beach in about two hours. This proximity, combined with the difficult political and economic conditions in many areas of the Caribbean, has led to a continuing wave of immigrants from the region. Although they may have left their tropical homes behind, many of the Caribbean immigrants brought their distinctive island cultures with them. Over time, their music, food and celebrations have become woven into the fabric of New York.
Caribbean Carnivals have been held in the streets of New York for decades. The biggest, the West Indian American Day Carnival, is a Brooklyn Labor Day tradition. The celebration is a combination street fair and parade, and the day is colorful, loud and chaotic. Everywhere, the people and music jostle for space and air. The pulsing rhythms of reggae drown out the steel drums of calypso, which give way to the brass and drums of soca. Shouting vendors circulate through the crowd hawking t-shirts, hats, towels, flags, bracelets and whistles emblazoned with the flags of West Indian nations. Young men spread counterfeit CDs and DVDs on the sidewalks next to booths selling handicrafts, toiletries and sweetly burning incense.
The sidewalks of the parade’s route, the Eastern Parkway, are crowded with food vendors that fill the air with tantalizing aromas. The variety is astounding – everything from slick professional restaurants with neat, tidy signs and deluxe tents to grandmothers shyly offering a cardboard box full of cookies and slices of homemade cake carefully tucked into plastic baggies to lone men drinking and cooking mysterious bits of meat on greasy hibachi grills.
Because this was the first time I attended the Carnival, I hadn’t been aware of two significant differences between this and most parades in New York, both of which made photographing the event a challenge:
1) At the West Indian Carnival, the crowd easily spills over the barriers, mingling and mixing with the official participants.
2) Parade participants compete for prizes and the judging stand is set up in front of the Brooklyn Museum, at the very end of the parade. That means that participants are expected put on their biggest, most energetic performance of the day after walking in the blazing sun for hours. As a result, many of the dancers and marchers contain their energy and pass the time (and miles) eating, drinking, chatting and talking on cell phones, not launching their full-out finest performances until they are in view of the judges.
The lesson: anyone who attends with hopes of photographing the participants in all their glory should arrive early and stand as close to the judges’ stand as possible. And wear a hat!
Angel on stilts
Orange plumes and green cape
Waving the flag
Checking the cell phone
Two of New York’s finest
Large food stand
Cow heel souse
Sweet as her home made cakes
Surrounded by masks
Pink ladies
Harlequin
Uniforms
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Sunset Park is home to Brooklyn’s rapidly growing (and largely invisible to the rest of us) Mexican community. About 30 blocks along Fifth Avenue, once home to a Scandinavian colony, seem to have been transplated directly from south of the border.
Spanish music spills out of shops and car windows, travel agencies advertise special fares to Chihuahua, Mexico City and Guadalajara, campaign posters for candidates named Ferrar and Gonsalez are tacked to the lamp posts, and the awning of nearly every shop is a riot of red, white and green (the colors of the Mexican flag).
There seems to be as much business conducted at curbside as there is inside the shops. Stroll along the street past the taquerias (taco shops) and panderias (bakeries), try on a sombrero and a pair of hurraches, buy a steaming tamale fresh from a cart, sip some homemade horchata and a flip through a stack of Thalia CDs. You’ll never think that you are in the US.
While I was taking photos, a well-meaning man approached, asking what I was going to do with the pictures. He then warned me to avoid photographing the adults who crowded the streets. “They wouldn’t like it,” he explained. “They might think you are … how do you say it? With the border patrol.”
Me? La migra? Hardly. But I know good advice when I hear it and after receiving the warning I stuck to simply taking pictures of the kids in the sunny streets of Sunset Park.
Mexican wedding cakes
Street corner
Sombreros and hurraches for sale
Mural for Hector Pinero Jr.
Selling horchata, tamarindo, watermelon juice
Boy with Silly String
Beauty shop doorway
Inside Sunset Park bakery
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The Greenmarkets are a city-sponsored program designed to help regional farmers stay in business and give city residents access to fresh produce. The program started in 1976 and today nearly 50 Greenmarkets are located throughout the city on selected days during the growing season. The rules say that “all items must be grown, raised, foraged, caught, or otherwise produced by the seller.”
For many New Yorkers, the Greenmarkets are our only opportunity to interact with farmers, so every shopping trip becomes an education — for both buyer and seller. Many Greenmarket farmers have learned that we are happy to try new and exotic items, so, as the seasons change, the tables often feature products rarely (if ever) sold in most supermarkets: tiny lavender and white striped eggplant, cucumbers the size and color of ripe lemons, stalks of ivory-white rhubarb, baby golden-hued beets, pale green fiddlehead ferns, shiny, chocolate-brown peppers, deep blue fingerling potatoes, knishes stuffed with black beans and corn, ginger-flavored lumps of maple sugar, goat cheese studded with caraway seeds, red, yellow and orange nasturtium flowers and Japanese turnips sweet enough to be eaten raw like apples.
On summer Saturdays a Greenmarket operates on the plaza in front of Brooklyn Borough Hall and the Federal Courthouse. A bustling, green oasis in the middle of one of Brooklyn’s busiest areas, it is a movable community — a place where, once a week, the hustle and noise of the city seem to fade while people gather to snack on a fresh-baked cookie, search for the perfect centerpiece, exchange cooking hints, flirt and gossip.
This is a perfect, clear Saturday and season’s gorgeous, delicious bounty is filling the plaza. Sweet corn on the cob, crispy green peppers, tree-ripened peaches, fragrant raspberries, gigantic, bulbous leeks, carefully-packaged green and yellow squash blossoms and delicate, curling tendrils of garlic shoots are displayed next to stands filled with fresh baked goods, herbs and flowers, fish, meat, poultry, honey, eggs and cheese.
The turkey farmer was sizzling samples of his homemade sausage on a grill. At a bakery stand, a tray of broken cookies was available for sampling. A farmer who specializes in fruit spread her homemade jam on crackers and artfully arranged them on a paper plate while a girl nearby set out slices of ripe, juicy peaches. It was impossible not to taste and buy, taste and buy, taste and buy.
Banner hung on subway station entrance
Flowers
Sunflowers for sale
Sidewalk sign
Zucchini and basil
Flower stand
Bakery stand
Peppers and eggplants
Fresh corn for sale
Sampling raspberries
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23rd Annual Mermaid Parade in Coney Island
Every year I turn on the news or pick up the paper and see the reports about “this year’s” Mermaid Parade. And every year I (once again) regret having missed it and vow that I will attend the next parade. Then I forget about it for another year.
But this year was different — I made the pilgrimage to Coney Island. The day was clear and sunny, the crowd was happy and friendly, and even after the parade ended, mermaids, mermen and sea monsters strolled and posed along the boardwalk.
Fresh from the sea 
Merdog
Mermaids with attitude
Wild Thing from the Deep
There’s something fishy about this mermaid
Mermaid
King Neptune
Brooklyn Merman
Young Mermaid
Blue Mermaid
Pink Mermaid
Seaweed Man
Nippy Mermaid
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I went up to the roof after a thunderstorm and shot a few photos while the sun sank behind the Manhattan skyline and dusk settled over Brooklyn. It’s easy to see why the French refer to twilight as l’heur bleu, isn’t it?
Brooklyn Bridge & Manhattan Bridge
Lower Manhattan
Statue of Liberty at Dusk
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Just another part of city living: things that people have dropped or thrown or put out on the street. Every urbanite has seen and passed them without a second thought: a random glove, a newspaper, a shoe.
But not every item on the street is garbage or trash. Many useful objects are purposely left on the sidewalk, sitting on a stoop, placed atop a mailbox or recycling bin or propped up on a street-level window sill by owners who hope that someone else will want them.
Here are some of the things I’ve recently found on the street and liked enough to bring home with me:
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Night is falling quickly and patches of Henry Street are deep in shadow. I’m walking north, towards home, when I see a man crouching beneath a tree. As I draw closer I see that the man is accompanied by a dog, and he is, in fact, scooping the dog’s droppings into a bag. The man — well dressed, middle aged — stands and, holding the bag of dirt in one hand, the dog’s lead in the other, he briskly walks past me.
As the man strides north, a young couple approaches from the south. They stop and point to a spot in the shade beneath the tree. I can’t see what has drawn their attention. Did the man miss some of the dog droppings? The couple hurriedly confers with whispers and sweeping gestures. The young man darts forward, snatches something from the ground and calls after the older man, “Hey … hey, mister!” But the dog and his walker are moving quickly, fading into the gloom, and they are either can’t hear or have chosen to ignore the young man’s cry.
The young man returns to his companion and shows her whatever he grabbed from the sidewalk. He is clearly distressed that he couldn’t get the older man’s attention.
I am still walking north, I’ve nearly reached them, and I cheerily, brazenly call out, “Hey whatever that is, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it!” I expect a wisecrack in return, but the couple eyes me nervously and, without speaking, start moving away when the young man suddenly stops, turns and places the contents of his hand atop a brownstone wall. I watch them scurry across the street, see the object on the wall flutter in the breeze and walk over to see what he’s left there.
It’s money. Cash. U.S. dollars. Four dollar bills, carefully folded together. I pick it up and continue home with found money in my pocket.
If it hadn’t been for a “Happy Equinox” e-card received today, I’d hardly have known that this was supposed to be the first day of spring. The sun never came out, the wind never stopped blowing. It was a good day to stay inside, sip steaming hot tea and listen to the patter of the rain falling on the windowpanes.
The e-card said:
At this Equinox claim the power of Life.
The power of manifestation
The power of budding childlike hope
Renewed as the year wheel pivots
At the moment of balance between darkness and light.Claim the power of hope renewed
From which will come manifestation of all your desires.
There is no fruit or future without first
Filling yourself with life now.
Embrace the Spring’s sowing and budding
That will drive you towards
Your Summer’s growth and Autumn’s harvest.
Live now.
Bite into a piece of fruit.
Smell a flower.
Suck on the tender crook of your own elbow.
Blow someone a kiss.
Think of your beloved’s open mouthed grin
Crooking at the corner of his or her mouth.
Namaste
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