I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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I used to love it—
the first hit at the back of the neck.
The promise of love,
of poetry, of sex—
all in the chime and tinkle
of the mouth-blown glass.What was I looking for
in those crystal depths?
Transport to
a realm
of pure spirit?
Transparency?
Transcendence?
It was never there.But I remember
the dream.
Dear God, may
I find it again
with my own elixir.[Erica Jong]
