I wonder where you are tonight. Are you sitting on a tree branch in Fort Tryon Park, watching the cloudy moonlight shining on the snow? Do you wander the museum at night, trying on medieval jewelry and singing in the old stone apse? I'd love to watch that!
I guess I kind of envy the way everything seems to make you happy. I wish you could teach me to do that. Lately it seems that no matter where I look there are tears so close beneath the surface of everything.
Some day when it's all over, and it's all started for real, I guess it'll make sense to me.
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