Dear E,
I wrote this blurb while I was waiting in the airport for my delayed flight.
"My skin is swollen with the promise of rain as my Turkish driver and I traverse through Queens in a yellow taxicab. The best part of traveling through these areas, of course, is the opportunity to spy on the goings-on of fellow urbanites. Tan skin stirs coffee by a window, a father blocks his puffy-haired toddler from running into the streets, and slaps her hands away from the street garbage can when something inside catches her interest."
Unfortunately, my Turkish driver totally took financial advantage of me as we sat in traffic in the middle of Queens for two hours. Sigh.
Love,
M
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