The Brooklyn Rail is participating in the 2019 Venice Biennale
April watches Annes hand alternate between her forehead and her hair, then wave what-to-do. Her rings gleam all over the place.
Crossing into the old city took the better part of the day when you were as hungry as we were, which was not a nutritional hunger but rather something deeply emotional.
An unlit cigarette dangled from my lips.
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