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Aspiring aunties
have sparkling conversations,
sangria in hand.
It’s right in front of you
045/100 • NEW YORK
For ideas and
creative inspiration,
just pay attention.
Fleeting moments
044/100 • NEW YORK
A knowing glance, shared
with a stranger on the street —
then chaos resumes.
The storm
043/100 • NEW YORK
A darkening sky,
a rumble in the distance,
a bolt of lightning.
Storefront
042/100 • NEW YORK
Flickering neon
and the tinkle of a bell
as the door opens.
Everyday sorcery
041/100 • NEW YORK
Writing is crafting,
editing is alchemy,
reading is magic.
Rainy morning
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A long curl of steam
rises from a coffee cup
into the cool air.
70 degrees
039/100 • NEW YORK
Unexpected time
outside on a perfect day —
breathing in deeply.
Freedom
038/100 • NEW YORK
Independence Day —
a strange anniversary
that’s only for me.
Eau de Midtown
037/100 • NEW YORK
Sights and smells and sounds —
the sidewalk is an assault
on all the senses.
Already lucky
036/100 • NEW YORK
Found a stray eyelash
on my cheek and couldn’t think
of what to wish for.
Walking home
035/100 • NEW YORK
Golden hour shadows:
late-day silhouettes mark the
early evening.
Grocery shopping
034/100 • NEW YORK
Call it bad timing
or a special talent for
choosing the long line.
Weekend subway
033/100 • NEW YORK
Saturday 6 train:
errands, work, sightseeing. Me?
I’m people-watching.
Heat wave
032/100 • NEW YORK
Suddenly summer,
or so it would seem — if not,
why am I sweating?
Bougie beverage
031/100 • NEW YORK
Coffee with ice and
macadamia nut milk:
the taste of summer.
Spring sunbeams
030/100 • NEW YORK
New slices of light
in familiar spaces
that used to feel dark.
My lucky day
029/100 • NEW YORK
They say it’s good luck
when you’re the chosen target
of a pigeon’s bomb.
City view
028/100 • NEW YORK
Outside my window
I can see a thousand more
staring back at me.
Alley intrigue
027/100 • NEW YORK
Many good stories
begin with a heart-shaped lock —
Do you have the key?