The other day, I was desperate to get out of my apartment; but I didn’t have a clear idea on where I wanted to go. Eventually, along with a dear friend, I wound up in Brooklyn Bridge Park on a very lovely afternoon taking photos.
At some point, we wound up sitting down for a few minutes when we noticed kayakers in the East River, a few hundred feet from where we were sitting — and it just turned out to be a gorgeous photo.
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