Those of us who live in the city, live in a city, know how thrilling it is to witness something rare and out of time. I happened to pass by this neighborhood kiosk for the short time in which it had no fliers, no handbills, no missing kittens, but just the fragmented memory of what had been.
I always walk by kiosks, but I would stop an look at this one. It made me think of Greenland.
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