Think about how this time next year you could be spending warm, spring, flower-filled evenings wandering around the West Village only to stumble upon this:
Alex and I met, by accident, in this park Monday night en route to Tortilla Flats. It produced the most heavenly smell and looked like a dream. Spring in Sweden just can't compare...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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