[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: April 17, 2017]
Turning the dust-encrusted heavy vellum pages of my journal, I realize with a mixture of regret and acceptance that: This is where we came in.
Ten years of meals, ten years of travel, galleries, books, and theater. I did just celebrate twenty years of living in New York. It's simple math...
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