stop at the corner!
+ signs of love/life in Brooklyn ++ a guest recipe from a lovely chef + a prompt
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“Stop at the corner!”
I hear it everywhere. It’s the verbal equivalent to flinging your arm across the passenger seat when you slam on your brakes. The ultimate loving gesture. “Stop at the corner!” Parents holler after small children who race down the block, scooter wildly across t…
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