Ruths

Dappled bark of a budding sycamore tree, the glint of mica stone quarried somewhere near-by. Secret meetings held above the Drake , mornings and first names only. Ruth's does a beautiful job. Bridget was laid out there wasn't she? Hobe Ateler, a little further down where Giovani stops after work. I see them discussing rarities on the stoop and drinking wine.

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