Thursday, August 8, 2013

Which is Why I Moved Away from Tucson

The path curves down and around, revealing, suddenly and with a dramatic flourish, the vista of the calm, still pond surrounded by the dark green trees of twilight. The buildings loom above, on the fringes of Central Park, their faces turned away from us, as if they were pretending to ignore our oasis.

"Holy shit," says Michael. "There is nothing like this where I live."

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