Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning.
(Anne Sexton)
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
going home, 7.12.11
No matter whether it's Newark or LaGuardia or JFK, there's
always that moment where I go digging through my bag to
pull out my Metrocard and put it back in my pants pocket
where it belongs, and I know I'm home.
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