there’s a burg named for her
I think she’s like a magician. With her anything that is to see, is there. Then, she moves. In an instant, what was, no longer appears to be, yet it is – a binary. One could try to figure out the trick, but then one would miss the moment of the trick, to get you to see, what you saw, differently. Yea, she’s like a magician alright, and aren’t I the fortunate one that she didn’t ban her tricks from being pulled on me.
She drinks coffee; black, half and half with sugar.
Coffee Shop: Oslo Coffee by way of Central Park
Location: Manhattan, NY