 At night the words come
effortlessly long forgotten but now: Je suis Je vais Je peux Though in the red brick streets by day I am stumbling over words and uneven pathways and dead-end mazes I am stumbling.
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 Stand at the corner of 5th and National, and here’s what you see: An antique store, a dance studio, a purple-doored hamburger joint, and a row of Bubblr bikes for rent. The busy intersection is gritty, somewhere between industrial and cool, sort of gentrified but also still unpolished. The rumble of the interstate one block west is a reminder of the neighborhood’s centrality, as are the three rivers that border it.
This is Walker’s Point. |
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