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I have been thinking all day long "a year ago." A year ago I sat in an after hours bar on Ludlow and Canal, drinking vodka martinis and writing "Alacriter Profer Liberaliter" in my journal. I am always going to be grateful for the fact of Halloween.
And now: perfect night for new beginnings. And terror.
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