I think of mid-city sidewalks that inexplicably disappear.

I think of going to the resto to get some appies.

I think of capitulance.

The smell of riverbank poplar and sediment in August, at the end of summer, comes to mind.

I think of May grit in streets with smorg sandwich boards on sidewalks.

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