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Après le Déluge

August 30, 2011

This morning in Greenpoint, it seemed that Hurricane Irene had blown away the last of summer. Gone was last week’s dank, heavy humidity; Brooklyn was the very promise of September, clean and clear and bright.

By afternoon in Soho, it was August again. The smell of sunlight on damp grass in a churchyard was pure summer.

But when evening settled in on Central Park West, wet fallen leaves were already whispering about November.

I will love my home in any season.

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