First day of the Feast

I walk down my street during the feast, thinking about eating zeppole at a different feast. Sweet, messy, absolutely worth it.  It’s kind of how I used to be.

Socks with dog faces. I can’t even look to buy a pair. A specific pair.  A pair.  It’s kind of how it used to be.


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