like a philip glass soundtrack

by Ami Heller

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Rufus Wainwright • Who Are You New York?


the river was calling so we all emerged from our apartments and onto the porches in the uncharacteristic april heat we discussed amongst ourselves what the best route is towards the gushing water and descended flights of stairs and gathered on stewart street that was now bustling with our voices that were the accompanying music to our voyage because words were flowing into one another like a philip glass soundtrack and as we walked we baked in the sun passing by the city’s legendary landscape and monuments until we arrived on the waterfront but clouds surfaced and covered light and brought the rain

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