“Just keep painting, right?” I asked. There was no response. Sometimes that’s the best response. The wild brook hopscotching across tap handles and uncut grass. “This must be the place,” I thought. This must be the place.

Northerly Island; Chicago, Il.
May 11th, 2012; 7:11pm

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