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                      tearing up the streets near me to replace some sewer
                        pipes and I like it. Shit runs downhill but I just walk, enjoy the
                      quiet of temporary
                        closures as I bop
 down to Broadway to run the usual errands--post office, library, acupuncture. It's
 the little things, the slow pace of living in a
                      place where most basic needs can be
 met within walking distance. Someone with even
                      more time on their hands drew
 this chalk
                        mandala on the stoop of this dreamy
                        building that's been languishing
 for years, boarded up and vacant. What's the
                      story? My guess is it needs costly
 repairs but, hell, I'd be willing to take a crack
                      at it if it ever went on the market.
 Fat chance in a neighborhood where vacant lots go
                      for $750K, so I move along.
 
 
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