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A glimpse into an evening of public crying, mostly on the C and N trains. A cool, rainy, magical evening of releasing pain and feeling the ghosts of my life ever presently as I traversed the city’s underbelly.
Yet another love letter to my city.
By Abi TreutA glimpse into an evening of public crying, mostly on the C and N trains. A cool, rainy, magical evening of releasing pain and feeling the ghosts of my life ever presently as I traversed the city’s underbelly.
Yet another love letter to my city.