Thinking of the benches in Central Park walking around the health sciences campus lawn with Maya. And it resparked my love/visceral need to be in New York. Every bit of New York is a story. New York itself is one big story. I love stories. 🎶I want to hear your story and be a part of it🎶 was even stuck in my head earlier today. The poetry is in the streets. Stories are being sung all around, being woven together to tell The Story. The one about how love covers a multitude of things and how no darkness could ever overcome it. 🎶Who would I be with them, without me?🎶
