11th September 2014

My reflection question for this morning is to as vividly as possible, describe what it is I intend to make happen by the end of the month. In answering this question, I notice when my body caves in for fear of thinking too big and falling short (a sign to play bigger!) as well as how the manifestation of my actions and intentions will make me FEEL at month’s end. Will I feel inspired? Alive? In my heart? Grateful? Challenged? Free? That’s the aim. If/when those intentions seem out of alignment with those feelings, I rethink why it is I desire them in the first place.

I enjoy answering this question near mid-month, and after flushing out monthly intentions on the 1st, as I have data and new information that’s emerged to reflect on and consider.

Weeeee September! I’m loving the way you’re looking and feeling. (at DUMBO, Brooklyn) My reflection question for this morning is to as vividly as possible, describe what it is I intend to make happen by the end of the month. In answering this question, I notice when my body caves in for fear of thinking too big and falling short (a sign to play bigger!) as well as how the manifestation of my actions and intentions will make me FEEL at month’s end. Will I feel inspired? Alive? In my heart? Grateful? Challenged? Free? That’s the aim. If/when those intentions seem out of alignment with those feelings, I rethink why it is I desire them in the first place.

I enjoy answering this question near mid-month, and after flushing out monthly intentions on the 1st, as I have data and new information that’s emerged to reflect on and consider.

Weeeee September! I’m loving the way you’re looking and feeling. (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

My reflection question for this morning is to as vividly as possible, describe what it is I intend to make happen by the end of the month. In answering this question, I notice when my body caves in for fear of thinking too big and falling short (a sign to play bigger!) as well as how the manifestation of my actions and intentions will make me FEEL at month’s end. Will I feel inspired? Alive? In my heart? Grateful? Challenged? Free? That’s the aim. If/when those intentions seem out of alignment with those feelings, I rethink why it is I desire them in the first place.

I enjoy answering this question near mid-month, and after flushing out monthly intentions on the 1st, as I have data and new information that’s emerged to reflect on and consider.

Weeeee September! I’m loving the way you’re looking and feeling. (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

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10th September 2014

After many months of searching for an art class where I could freely tap into my intuition and express whatever is alive within me, I stumbled into @jgoldcrown’s studio, @theshedprojectny, a few weeks ago. After suggesting to him that I’d bring the people if he taught the classes, an agreement was born. We’re on our third week of classes now, and equally as inspiring as the creative process I experience each week is the journey I get to witness of each person who attends. Here’s some of the final products of our last class. πŸ’“ Ps - if you’re in New York and have been looking for this, shoot me a note and I’ll fill you in on our upcoming classes. (at The Shed Project NY) After many months of searching for an art class where I could freely tap into my intuition and express whatever is alive within me, I stumbled into @jgoldcrown’s studio, @theshedprojectny, a few weeks ago. After suggesting to him that I’d bring the people if he taught the classes, an agreement was born. We’re on our third week of classes now, and equally as inspiring as the creative process I experience each week is the journey I get to witness of each person who attends. Here’s some of the final products of our last class. πŸ’“ Ps - if you’re in New York and have been looking for this, shoot me a note and I’ll fill you in on our upcoming classes. (at The Shed Project NY)

After many months of searching for an art class where I could freely tap into my intuition and express whatever is alive within me, I stumbled into @jgoldcrown’s studio, @theshedprojectny, a few weeks ago. After suggesting to him that I’d bring the people if he taught the classes, an agreement was born. We’re on our third week of classes now, and equally as inspiring as the creative process I experience each week is the journey I get to witness of each person who attends. Here’s some of the final products of our last class. πŸ’“ Ps - if you’re in New York and have been looking for this, shoot me a note and I’ll fill you in on our upcoming classes. (at The Shed Project NY)

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3rd September 2014

My latest piece: “She’ll make it her way” | The theme of this emerged mid-way through, once “She’ll make it” was already pasted on. I noticed the word “her” in my pile of scraps, and immediately thought “her way … I want to find the word ‘way.’” Moments later, I looked across the table and saw a calendar in the month of May, or “way,” upside down and backwards. “Perfect,” I thought, with a smile.  (at The Shed Project NY) My latest piece: “She’ll make it her way” | The theme of this emerged mid-way through, once “She’ll make it” was already pasted on. I noticed the word “her” in my pile of scraps, and immediately thought “her way … I want to find the word ‘way.’” Moments later, I looked across the table and saw a calendar in the month of May, or “way,” upside down and backwards. “Perfect,” I thought, with a smile.  (at The Shed Project NY)

My latest piece: “She’ll make it her way” | The theme of this emerged mid-way through, once “She’ll make it” was already pasted on. I noticed the word “her” in my pile of scraps, and immediately thought “her way … I want to find the word ‘way.’” Moments later, I looked across the table and saw a calendar in the month of May, or “way,” upside down and backwards. “Perfect,” I thought, with a smile. (at The Shed Project NY)

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3rd September 2014

In the studio last night, this is about the time I began swearing at the piece, upset with how the spray paint drizzled out of the cap. “Let it go, let it go, let it go,” I said to calm myself down, grabbing @jgoldcrown and girlfriends for perspective on what to do next. Amidst all the feedback, I noticed myself getting stuck in my head. So, I took a deep breath and asked my heart: “What’s next?” The vision of sun rays beaming out of my chest appeared, and so the piece evolved in a way that I didn’t know was coming. A reminder that “mistakes” can lead to breakthroughs, if you allow yourself to go through and past the breakdown. πŸ™ (at The Shed Project NY) In the studio last night, this is about the time I began swearing at the piece, upset with how the spray paint drizzled out of the cap. “Let it go, let it go, let it go,” I said to calm myself down, grabbing @jgoldcrown and girlfriends for perspective on what to do next. Amidst all the feedback, I noticed myself getting stuck in my head. So, I took a deep breath and asked my heart: “What’s next?” The vision of sun rays beaming out of my chest appeared, and so the piece evolved in a way that I didn’t know was coming. A reminder that “mistakes” can lead to breakthroughs, if you allow yourself to go through and past the breakdown. πŸ™ (at The Shed Project NY)

In the studio last night, this is about the time I began swearing at the piece, upset with how the spray paint drizzled out of the cap. “Let it go, let it go, let it go,” I said to calm myself down, grabbing @jgoldcrown and girlfriends for perspective on what to do next. Amidst all the feedback, I noticed myself getting stuck in my head. So, I took a deep breath and asked my heart: “What’s next?” The vision of sun rays beaming out of my chest appeared, and so the piece evolved in a way that I didn’t know was coming. A reminder that “mistakes” can lead to breakthroughs, if you allow yourself to go through and past the breakdown. πŸ™ (at The Shed Project NY)

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2nd September 2014

Helllllooo September. My favorite month of the year. A month of new beginnings and forward progress. You feel so good already.

Yesterday as I was mapping out intentions and areas of focus for the month before my weekly accountability call with my girl @saralpanton, one thought kept entering my mind: Less explaining, more creating.

There’s always a point in a project when it shifts from idea stage to make stage, if you decide to take it that far. The concept is flushed out, and there’s clarity on what needs to happen to bring it to life. That’s where I’m at right now.

The challenge with this phase, especially for me, is that I feel immense excitement and project bliss, which I tend to want to share with everyone around me. It makes the project feel more real and I find myself gaining confidence and clarity around the idea and its execution. But there’s a fine line. That sharing takes energy, which can take away from the actual making, and not everyone can, will or want to understand the vision that’s bubbling. (And that last part can be disheartening.)

So this month I’m focusing on creating, gathering feedback from my inner circle as needed along the way.

I can’t wait to show you what’s being born. πŸ™ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn) Helllllooo September. My favorite month of the year. A month of new beginnings and forward progress. You feel so good already.

Yesterday as I was mapping out intentions and areas of focus for the month before my weekly accountability call with my girl @saralpanton, one thought kept entering my mind: Less explaining, more creating.

There’s always a point in a project when it shifts from idea stage to make stage, if you decide to take it that far. The concept is flushed out, and there’s clarity on what needs to happen to bring it to life. That’s where I’m at right now.

The challenge with this phase, especially for me, is that I feel immense excitement and project bliss, which I tend to want to share with everyone around me. It makes the project feel more real and I find myself gaining confidence and clarity around the idea and its execution. But there’s a fine line. That sharing takes energy, which can take away from the actual making, and not everyone can, will or want to understand the vision that’s bubbling. (And that last part can be disheartening.)

So this month I’m focusing on creating, gathering feedback from my inner circle as needed along the way.

I can’t wait to show you what’s being born. πŸ™ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

Helllllooo September. My favorite month of the year. A month of new beginnings and forward progress. You feel so good already.

Yesterday as I was mapping out intentions and areas of focus for the month before my weekly accountability call with my girl @saralpanton, one thought kept entering my mind: Less explaining, more creating.

There’s always a point in a project when it shifts from idea stage to make stage, if you decide to take it that far. The concept is flushed out, and there’s clarity on what needs to happen to bring it to life. That’s where I’m at right now.

The challenge with this phase, especially for me, is that I feel immense excitement and project bliss, which I tend to want to share with everyone around me. It makes the project feel more real and I find myself gaining confidence and clarity around the idea and its execution. But there’s a fine line. That sharing takes energy, which can take away from the actual making, and not everyone can, will or want to understand the vision that’s bubbling. (And that last part can be disheartening.)

So this month I’m focusing on creating, gathering feedback from my inner circle as needed along the way.

I can’t wait to show you what’s being born. πŸ™ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

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29th August 2014

So this happened. 

Your life is your art – the world is our canvas. 

In the studio with @farhadini, celebrating his 33rd birthday all weekend long. πŸ’₯ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn) So this happened. 

Your life is your art – the world is our canvas. 

In the studio with @farhadini, celebrating his 33rd birthday all weekend long. πŸ’₯ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

So this happened.

Your life is your art – the world is our canvas.

In the studio with @farhadini, celebrating his 33rd birthday all weekend long. πŸ’₯ (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

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26th August 2014

I believe our body knows a lot more about our needs and truth than we give it credit for. Whenever tension is showing up in our body, it’s signaling for to us to listen up and pay attention.

I think back to the times when I’ve broken out in rashes, fainted at the office, gained weight suddenly or gotten terribly sick in the midst of something “really important.” In looking back, my body was screaming for me to tune in and hear my own voice. Afraid of what it might tell me, I often pushed it aside and kept on until it was too late.

After one too many body hiccups, I began talking with health coaches, doctors and healers to create a practice that kept me in touch.

The practice and weekly ritual involves scanning the body from head to toe. It takes about fifteen minutes and I perform it either in the morning or at night, while lying in a bed with eyes closed.

Starting with my toes, going to my feet, my ankles, my shins and so on, I tune in for tension, blocks and pain. When tension arises, I ask that part of my body, “What are you feeling?”, “What do you need?” and “Is there any guidance you want to give me?”

The answers are often unexpected and revealing. From my thumb telling me to leave technology home for the day, my neck revealing to me that a conversation from months ago that I felt was resolved is in fact, not resolved, and my hips telling me to dance more often, the process had become an exercise in intuitive guidance.

The more I act on these cues, the more connected I’ve felt with my body, my truth, and the work I’m here to do. (at The Shed Project NY) I believe our body knows a lot more about our needs and truth than we give it credit for. Whenever tension is showing up in our body, it’s signaling for to us to listen up and pay attention.

I think back to the times when I’ve broken out in rashes, fainted at the office, gained weight suddenly or gotten terribly sick in the midst of something “really important.” In looking back, my body was screaming for me to tune in and hear my own voice. Afraid of what it might tell me, I often pushed it aside and kept on until it was too late.

After one too many body hiccups, I began talking with health coaches, doctors and healers to create a practice that kept me in touch.

The practice and weekly ritual involves scanning the body from head to toe. It takes about fifteen minutes and I perform it either in the morning or at night, while lying in a bed with eyes closed.

Starting with my toes, going to my feet, my ankles, my shins and so on, I tune in for tension, blocks and pain. When tension arises, I ask that part of my body, “What are you feeling?”, “What do you need?” and “Is there any guidance you want to give me?”

The answers are often unexpected and revealing. From my thumb telling me to leave technology home for the day, my neck revealing to me that a conversation from months ago that I felt was resolved is in fact, not resolved, and my hips telling me to dance more often, the process had become an exercise in intuitive guidance.

The more I act on these cues, the more connected I’ve felt with my body, my truth, and the work I’m here to do. (at The Shed Project NY)

I believe our body knows a lot more about our needs and truth than we give it credit for. Whenever tension is showing up in our body, it’s signaling for to us to listen up and pay attention.

I think back to the times when I’ve broken out in rashes, fainted at the office, gained weight suddenly or gotten terribly sick in the midst of something “really important.” In looking back, my body was screaming for me to tune in and hear my own voice. Afraid of what it might tell me, I often pushed it aside and kept on until it was too late.

After one too many body hiccups, I began talking with health coaches, doctors and healers to create a practice that kept me in touch.

The practice and weekly ritual involves scanning the body from head to toe. It takes about fifteen minutes and I perform it either in the morning or at night, while lying in a bed with eyes closed.

Starting with my toes, going to my feet, my ankles, my shins and so on, I tune in for tension, blocks and pain. When tension arises, I ask that part of my body, “What are you feeling?”, “What do you need?” and “Is there any guidance you want to give me?”

The answers are often unexpected and revealing. From my thumb telling me to leave technology home for the day, my neck revealing to me that a conversation from months ago that I felt was resolved is in fact, not resolved, and my hips telling me to dance more often, the process had become an exercise in intuitive guidance.

The more I act on these cues, the more connected I’ve felt with my body, my truth, and the work I’m here to do. (at The Shed Project NY)

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23rd August 2014

One favorite way of exercising my intuition is walking into a bookstore, tuning into my body to see where she feels drawn, grabbing a book and opening it the page that feels right. This was my message yesterday, from Sir Ken Robinson’s book, “The Element.” (at McNally Jackson Books) One favorite way of exercising my intuition is walking into a bookstore, tuning into my body to see where she feels drawn, grabbing a book and opening it the page that feels right. This was my message yesterday, from Sir Ken Robinson’s book, “The Element.” (at McNally Jackson Books)

One favorite way of exercising my intuition is walking into a bookstore, tuning into my body to see where she feels drawn, grabbing a book and opening it the page that feels right. This was my message yesterday, from Sir Ken Robinson’s book, “The Element.” (at McNally Jackson Books)

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21st August 2014

A question I find far more powerful than “What do I want to gain?” is “What do I want to give?”

An emphasis on gaining speaks to that which is outside of us: money, approval, credibility, power, traction.

Whereas, an emphasis on giving speaks to that which is alive within us: love, light, passion, vulnerability, our fully expressed selves.

I use this question as a check-in and guide, to reflect on how and where I’m evolving, and to ensure my actions align with my intentions. (at Two Hands) A question I find far more powerful than “What do I want to gain?” is “What do I want to give?”

An emphasis on gaining speaks to that which is outside of us: money, approval, credibility, power, traction.

Whereas, an emphasis on giving speaks to that which is alive within us: love, light, passion, vulnerability, our fully expressed selves.

I use this question as a check-in and guide, to reflect on how and where I’m evolving, and to ensure my actions align with my intentions. (at Two Hands)

A question I find far more powerful than “What do I want to gain?” is “What do I want to give?”

An emphasis on gaining speaks to that which is outside of us: money, approval, credibility, power, traction.

Whereas, an emphasis on giving speaks to that which is alive within us: love, light, passion, vulnerability, our fully expressed selves.

I use this question as a check-in and guide, to reflect on how and where I’m evolving, and to ensure my actions align with my intentions. (at Two Hands)

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18th August 2014

His balance swayed. His consciousness faded. His knees buckled. Before I could fathom what was happening, he was on the floor of the bathroom. His entire body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Heart attack? Seizure? Low blood pressure? Fainting? I didn’t know what was happening, and it all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to think.

I screamed. My entire body shook. I burst into hysterics.

"Farhad!!!!!" I yelled. "Farhad!!!!!"

Tears poured down my face.

By the second scream, he snapped out of it. His eyes darted around the room, as if he didn’t know how or why he got there. His and my eyes connected, and his face reflected the ghostly shade of white across mine. We broke down. Hard. Short of breath and frightened, but together and holding each other this time.

This was the scene last night. It was in the early morning, many hours after Farhad threw out his back. He was unable to walk, and barely able to move. We attempted to make it to the bathroom, but the pain was too high to bear. His body shut down.

As we checked in with doctors, one of whom thankfully happened to be staying with us, and tucked him back into bed, a rush of emotions flowed through me. It was just earlier that I shared with a friend my debilitating fear of something happening to him. And here I was now, confronted with that possibility.

I kissed his forehead, his cheek, his eye, his chest, his shoulder, his arm… grateful that he didn’t hit his head on the glass wall. Grateful that he quickly snapped out of it. Grateful that he was falling fast asleep. Hopeful that we would wake up tomorrow with the scare behind us.

Hours later, my mind calmed and my eyes felt heavy. My hand held his tightly as every ounce of me sent love and healing to the man I love deeply.

"This is what love is all about," is the last thought I remember before falling asleep. "And no moment can ever be taken for granted." (at DUMBO, Brooklyn) His balance swayed. His consciousness faded. His knees buckled. Before I could fathom what was happening, he was on the floor of the bathroom. His entire body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Heart attack? Seizure? Low blood pressure? Fainting? I didn’t know what was happening, and it all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to think.

I screamed. My entire body shook. I burst into hysterics.

"Farhad!!!!!" I yelled. "Farhad!!!!!"

Tears poured down my face.

By the second scream, he snapped out of it. His eyes darted around the room, as if he didn’t know how or why he got there. His and my eyes connected, and his face reflected the ghostly shade of white across mine. We broke down. Hard. Short of breath and frightened, but together and holding each other this time.

This was the scene last night. It was in the early morning, many hours after Farhad threw out his back. He was unable to walk, and barely able to move. We attempted to make it to the bathroom, but the pain was too high to bear. His body shut down.

As we checked in with doctors, one of whom thankfully happened to be staying with us, and tucked him back into bed, a rush of emotions flowed through me. It was just earlier that I shared with a friend my debilitating fear of something happening to him. And here I was now, confronted with that possibility.

I kissed his forehead, his cheek, his eye, his chest, his shoulder, his arm… grateful that he didn’t hit his head on the glass wall. Grateful that he quickly snapped out of it. Grateful that he was falling fast asleep. Hopeful that we would wake up tomorrow with the scare behind us.

Hours later, my mind calmed and my eyes felt heavy. My hand held his tightly as every ounce of me sent love and healing to the man I love deeply.

"This is what love is all about," is the last thought I remember before falling asleep. "And no moment can ever be taken for granted." (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

His balance swayed. His consciousness faded. His knees buckled. Before I could fathom what was happening, he was on the floor of the bathroom. His entire body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Heart attack? Seizure? Low blood pressure? Fainting? I didn’t know what was happening, and it all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to think.

I screamed. My entire body shook. I burst into hysterics.

"Farhad!!!!!" I yelled. "Farhad!!!!!"

Tears poured down my face.

By the second scream, he snapped out of it. His eyes darted around the room, as if he didn’t know how or why he got there. His and my eyes connected, and his face reflected the ghostly shade of white across mine. We broke down. Hard. Short of breath and frightened, but together and holding each other this time.

This was the scene last night. It was in the early morning, many hours after Farhad threw out his back. He was unable to walk, and barely able to move. We attempted to make it to the bathroom, but the pain was too high to bear. His body shut down.

As we checked in with doctors, one of whom thankfully happened to be staying with us, and tucked him back into bed, a rush of emotions flowed through me. It was just earlier that I shared with a friend my debilitating fear of something happening to him. And here I was now, confronted with that possibility.

I kissed his forehead, his cheek, his eye, his chest, his shoulder, his arm… grateful that he didn’t hit his head on the glass wall. Grateful that he quickly snapped out of it. Grateful that he was falling fast asleep. Hopeful that we would wake up tomorrow with the scare behind us.

Hours later, my mind calmed and my eyes felt heavy. My hand held his tightly as every ounce of me sent love and healing to the man I love deeply.

"This is what love is all about," is the last thought I remember before falling asleep. "And no moment can ever be taken for granted." (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

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17th August 2014

Be wrong as fast as you can–a philosophy that the team at Pixar promotes. Cofounder Ed Catmull says, “If you aren’t experiencing failure, then you are making a far worse mistake: You are being driven by the desire to avoid it. And, for leaders especially, this strategy — trying to avoid failure by out-thinking it — dooms you to fail.” (at Dimes) Be wrong as fast as you can–a philosophy that the team at Pixar promotes. Cofounder Ed Catmull says, “If you aren’t experiencing failure, then you are making a far worse mistake: You are being driven by the desire to avoid it. And, for leaders especially, this strategy — trying to avoid failure by out-thinking it — dooms you to fail.” (at Dimes)

Be wrong as fast as you can–a philosophy that the team at Pixar promotes. Cofounder Ed Catmull says, “If you aren’t experiencing failure, then you are making a far worse mistake: You are being driven by the desire to avoid it. And, for leaders especially, this strategy β€” trying to avoid failure by out-thinking it β€” dooms you to fail.” (at Dimes)

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12th August 2014

The front of my notebook, as inscribed today. A question to provoke me every morning, reminding me to feel the fear and lean into that next edge.

Today’s edge? I’m working on a new art project, and rather than dream dream dream it up for weeks and weeks and go full force into making it happen (as I usually do), I’m hitting the streets of New York to test the concept and gain insight on it TODAY. Yesterday I broke the idea into it’s most simple form, and today I go play with it.

Eeee I’m a little nervous, which is exactly why it’s time to go, go, go!

Q: How will you step up today?

#the100daybook #20days20questions

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Listening to “Odyssey” by Dream Kola as I create #soundtrackofmylife (at DUMBO, Brooklyn) The front of my notebook, as inscribed today. A question to provoke me every morning, reminding me to feel the fear and lean into that next edge.

Today’s edge? I’m working on a new art project, and rather than dream dream dream it up for weeks and weeks and go full force into making it happen (as I usually do), I’m hitting the streets of New York to test the concept and gain insight on it TODAY. Yesterday I broke the idea into it’s most simple form, and today I go play with it.

Eeee I’m a little nervous, which is exactly why it’s time to go, go, go!

Q: How will you step up today?

#the100daybook #20days20questions

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Listening to “Odyssey” by Dream Kola as I create #soundtrackofmylife (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

The front of my notebook, as inscribed today. A question to provoke me every morning, reminding me to feel the fear and lean into that next edge.

Today’s edge? I’m working on a new art project, and rather than dream dream dream it up for weeks and weeks and go full force into making it happen (as I usually do), I’m hitting the streets of New York to test the concept and gain insight on it TODAY. Yesterday I broke the idea into it’s most simple form, and today I go play with it.

Eeee I’m a little nervous, which is exactly why it’s time to go, go, go!

Q: How will you step up today?

#the100daybook #20days20questions

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Listening to “Odyssey” by Dream Kola as I create #soundtrackofmylife (at DUMBO, Brooklyn)

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9th August 2014

That time when we walked across the Manhattan Bridge without a person in sight, laid down to greet the spray painted sidewalk, noticing this message as we lie: “The impossible will take a little while.”  (at Manhattan Bridge New York City U.S.A) That time when we walked across the Manhattan Bridge without a person in sight, laid down to greet the spray painted sidewalk, noticing this message as we lie: “The impossible will take a little while.”  (at Manhattan Bridge New York City U.S.A)

That time when we walked across the Manhattan Bridge without a person in sight, laid down to greet the spray painted sidewalk, noticing this message as we lie: “The impossible will take a little while.” (at Manhattan Bridge New York City U.S.A)

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