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A #latergram from this morning on my way out. Something in my heart always feels a little weepy about New York, especially in the fall and ESPECIALLY when I have to leave it. Maybe there really is something about being so close to where you were born, on a woo-woo cellular level, that calls to the soul? But now I am safely ensconced back at home, high on wool fumes for a little while longer.

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