These guys cat call me everytime I walk by their bodega on stanton which is about 4 or 5 times a day... I finally stopped and talked to them, turns out they are brothers.
...She lays her beams in music,
In music every ore,
To the candence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun-
That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Out live the newest stars.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
1 comment:
the one on the left is kinda cute
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