The doorman came out, asked if he could help - I asked, as if the most natural thing, if I was pointing to Mr O’Connor’s. He moved my finger a little. I walked across 34th to the bus kiosk, near Lexington, leaned against it.I had stood in he same spot, for similar reasons, more than once. But I had been there a few years earlier.
Her writing inspired
a desire to see
the everyday life behind
her mind's giant leaps.
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