| A mini skirt flirting its way passed a homeless shelter suede ankle boots their blue soaking handheld they found each other last night. East Village awfully quiet wet pavement carries the baggage of a rainy night mild drops like hope on odd days aspiring to even out expectations with the ground level. A frail hand tightens its grip on the trolley face down hiding from the sky a hug would crinkle her withered soul into glass cut pieces thinner than her forehead wrinkle. Another scout drop eagerly joins the stream of many gay, straight mostly wet. On a rainy day in New York we all shoot still life in drops. |    © Jeta B Photography |
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