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"you never meet the same person twice, not even in the same person"

Prospect Park, Brooklyn New York is unbearably pretty in fall. I’ve changed drastically in the gap between each yearly visit here. In college I used to take the $11 Megabus at 6am, crash on friends’ couches, spend all my money on museums. Years later, I feel far too indulgent. At Libertine we order warm bread, salted butter, duck confit. J and I walk to the end of the Hudson River pier and watch the ships. From there the city shimmers like a mirage. Big cities are socially overwhelming. Too many people to meet in a dimly lit bar or a house party or a coffee shop. In the crowd I find myself…

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