It’s spring, it’s here, I’m calling it. There’s the usual culprits, so much rain and genuine licks of sunlight, and that old onion we planted in the windowsill is actually honest-to-god sprouting. And I’m out, taking the pulse of the city, finding it still alive, we’re still here, estamos vivos, parece. Me too.
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No man’s art next door. An invitation to climb into the insistent sky.
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Wholesale mannequin parade. Readymade framing. Coiffed and poised.
That middle picture reminded me of how I originally thought “venta al por mayor” meant the store only sold to the older generation. Oh, how much my Spanish has grown in these 3 years!