James McKee | AUTUMN EXIT

Even here, along an avenue as dementedly luxe as Fifth, the sheer aplomb of late-November ruthlessness gets noticed. The brittle discards of iron-black trees skitter ahead toward the gutters. Cold pavement feels harder. Evening reclaims its dominion earlier and earlier. An ordeal is underway, though no one calls it that. By its marauding, the wind…

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