This piece of paper, pulled from a notebook, had only one word on it: love. There was also the faint outline of a dusty sneaker print. I left it where it was, on 35th Avenue near Steinway, but I can pass it on here nonetheless.
This piece of paper, pulled from a notebook, had only one word on it: love. There was also the faint outline of a dusty sneaker print. I left it where it was, on 35th Avenue near Steinway, but I can pass it on here nonetheless.