Y like Y is pronounced WHY all the time...
... but I don't know why.
I love the Y.
And I love New York.
I don't know if New York is a symphony, but I know there are two Y in symphony. Anyway...Why doesn't matter. I just love New York. Yesteryear like this year and any other year. I am sad every time I leave New York. And this will last forever, each and every time.
Until I decide to stay.
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© Lillian Bassman / Staley-Wise Gallery
Abrams Books catalogue.
Somewhere, The Smile.
Seems like every night there are strange animals in the city.
Lady in an elevator.
One way, if you say so.
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