bakeries, and those of us obsessed with visiting them, have been on my mind lately...
these are photos taken on a sunny day in january, at elbow ludlow on the lower east side.
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| this is jezabel, who traveled in from philadelphia to visit; she owns her own bakery, restaurant, market for over fifteen years @jezabels.phl |
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| @elbowludlow at elbow bread, ludlow street, nyc |
at the Inauguration this week, Ms Amanda Gorman, our National Youth Poet Laureate, burst forth as a bright, clear light. excerpted from her poem, The Hill We Climb:
We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.
Our blunders become their burdens.
But one thing is certain.
If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children's birthright.
So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.
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| the high line, looking east on gansevoort |
