The Dance
Matisse at the MoMA {+}.
Does anyone else get sad thinking about what life would be like without blissfully spur-of-the-moment MoMA visits? Or echo-y strolls through the Met's Greek and Roman wing after nightfall? I don't know how or when I'm going to leave this city, but my mouth quivers at the thought of the emptiness I will inevitably feel when it happens.
If you've been meaning to go, go now. I will even bring you. And if you want to go alone, that's cool, too. Just go.
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