where rooftops blend blue

My husband and I tell people about how we usually have vodka at nine and laugh to each other regarding PM assumptions. We live in a world parallel to many. Many of my own lives anyway. He’s better at fitting all of his into one theme. I tend to be so scattered. I work in a sixty floor building in lower Manhattan where rooftops blend blue in stacks of upward extending windowed wonders. I wear nylons on eighty degree days with skirts that are...
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