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The evening sky ripened and the melting snow trickled lightly as we walked past the man selling orange and cactus and the restaurant on the corner hosting a pink and frilled quinceañera.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Toward the Bench at the Top of the Hill, January 11th 2018
The evening sky ripened and the melting snow trickled lightly as we walked past the man selling orange and cactus and the restaurant on the corner hosting a pink and frilled quinceañera.
deanna-m-zarrillo
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Stony Brook, NY
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
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