There is this corner of corners under Manhattan Bridge. It’s one of my favorite places near my home. There was this old man at the corner of corners. He seems like a guardian of it. He was there all the time. Every time I passed him, I took a photo of him and his things. We couldn’t talk much because he didn’t speak English, but I showed him my photos of him. He wears a lot of rings and has pigeons land in his hands. I gave him some money every now and then when I could. He liked my photos of him.
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