Central Park, November.

I have loved a lot of places almost instantly: Old San Juan in the rain, my great-grandmother's empty ranch in North Dakota, Malibu cliffs lit up by sunset, every cobblestone street in Rome.

My heart aches for only a few, even standing right at the heart of them. Central Park in November is one of those places. I have loved it fully, and never enough.

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