I’ve spent most of the weekend downtown. It reminds me of you. I got stuck at the light by The Hunt building near your work, I remember you told me a story about the roofing. Every time I pass the Nasher, I remember the block party and the story you told about how pissed off Renzo Piano was about Museum Tower. I miss you Mia. Sixty days it’s been today.
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