May 30, 2011

My room is pleasantly tepid; I love
the soft, warm wall of heat that gently
hits my face as I walk across

my threshold. And the sunlight
doesn’t stream through anything.
Rather, it comes in unfettered,
passing comfortably into my
small New York box.

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