Sunday, August 29, 2010
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Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning. (Anne Sexton)
This adorable little pumpkin has been quietly growing away just outside the front door of my apartment building. No one seems to know who planted it, but I think a certain communal affection has grown up around it a bit. I've seen parents pointing it out to their kids, and the kids crouching down to peer at it and touch it, and I've even caught Joe, our beloved little old doorman, watering it on occasion.
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