Blood Bank

Posted: June 4, 2016 in Uncategorized

Natalie Breuer

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August 29, 2015: I spent the majority of that night looking over the edge of a crumbling brick roof. At the lights in the Financial District indicating all the stockbrokers working late shifts and at the Hudson curling behind the Brooklyn Bridge. I didn’t feel like I lived in New York yet, but I was also holding to the firm belief that I shouldn’t be anywhere else. It was a strange idea to explain, even to myself, but I knew I meant it.


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April 29, 2016: I sat down across from them very late that night, and felt in one instant, that I was home again, and in the next, further than I ever had been. Perhaps if the walls had been pinker and time a bit kinder, I would have been.

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May 15, 2016: I imagined it would be oddly reassuring to return…

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