As I was waiting for an F train, I asked a man how tall he was. He said he was 6 foot 10. I told him he was beautiful, and he smiled in a way I could see he loved life. I went to a part of Brooklyn where the sky hangs big and pillowy over dark parks and streets. It was cool and drizzly. I had an umbrella but no sweater, and I moved quickly to…
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