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We awoke to a blanket of snow this morning.
New York is soft and muffled and less monumental.
Fauxhawk is taking a snow day.
I am wistful.
Photographs from Maditi, Vincent Bousserez, Tim Walker, and Danske. Excerpt from Frank O'Hara's "Steps".
Posted at 11:27 AM in Fauxhawk, Love, New York, Photographs, snow, Uncontrollable envy | Permalink
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