It’s that magnificent interlude in New York between winter and spring, when you feel the warmth stirring, and you remember that the dreadful naked trees will inevitably sprout tiny green buds, soon. Everyone rushes into the parks, the streets – and you even forget that, very soon, summer will come scorchingly, dropping from the sky like a blanket of steam...
-John Rechy
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