While meandering along the lonely boulevards of Los Angeles a few weeks ago I was unexpectedly buoyed by the site of some New York Cosmos stickers slapped onto one of the street signs. Something of the pulsating vitality of my adopted home came flooding through my visual nostrils and I could breathe a touch easier. Skip ahead to this morning, trudging through the cold Midtown avenues my bookmark slipped out from the pages, warming my frozen gut with a memory of more comfortable times. The grass is always greener as they say.
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