Life can be a living hell
Finally a moment of peace from the screaming holy rollers behind the chain link fence on a freshly paved pulpit.
Glimpses of Bagdad across the street waiting for a pick up and relief from the scavengers.
Hot and cold felt within the six minute march down the infinite corridor to my place at the company.
Another summer day in NYC.
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