Sidling down Bayard’s shady side, early sun already beach-bright, fingers scalded by large green tea hot no milk, assaulted by fresh fish on the corner of Mulberry – and, safe: fresh pork bun steams through the wax paper, my plump good luck charm.
Sidling down Bayard’s shady side, early sun already beach-bright, fingers scalded by large green tea hot no milk, assaulted by fresh fish on the corner of Mulberry – and, safe: fresh pork bun steams through the wax paper, my plump good luck charm.