morning found sweetly aloft, tides of warmth at each drifting off between neighborly Cantonese and the misty concrete sounds of morning traffic, slowly rising. Green tea in hand we wait for the 12 to show it's impossible rectangular visage. Last night sharing criminal tendencies, Rogue Red, PBR and the abandoned whiskey drink. A lovely spell in the stairwell, moments throughout...
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