"... cruising the mean streets of East Village. A drug deal goes down on the corner of Plum Creek and EV and a hooker tiredly drags on a cigarette. Litter blows in the breeze along the cratered street as I make my way in the slums. ..." wrote 🦘 in 2006 of a training run. A frigid Valentine's Day gift-to-self leads from the elementary school past Foxkit Creek and an icicle-fringed gazebo along snowy sidewalks.
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