My friend clutched a vintage handbag and drifted off to something gravitational, a moment in time, Greenwich Village. Pulling on a certain T shirt gives me a feeling of childhood in my dad’s. A suit at a funeral is respect and armor — and certainty when there is none.
This is powerful fucking stuff. And we need it now more than ever.
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