Monday, August 8, 2016

Quiet Night


"It was never dark in New York, and tonight the cloudy sky reflected the city lights in a pale green glow. It was quiet, though. Those few hours when all the creatures of the city, the screeching, roaring buses, the howling ambulances, all seemed to take their rest, when the garbage trucks had not yet trundled out of their caves."
Cathleen Schine, They May Not Mean To, But They Do

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