Instead of bothering with the inauguration of a fascist, I went out to Forest Park to shoot in the snow. It was unusually quiet — and yet being out in nature seemed necessary to center myself for a little bit at least. As I was walking along Park Lane South, I noticed two chairs sitting in the show. So why not have a seat, right?
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