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Look up. Look down. You'll see faces all around. On St. Marks in the East Village.
NYC is a forest of surreal terracotta heads faintly murmuring cries and whispers just beneath the daily din. It's spooky.
Posted by: isabel | 19 August 2011 at 12:48 AM
So true!
Posted by: Joe | 21 August 2011 at 10:21 PM
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NYC is a forest of surreal terracotta heads faintly murmuring cries and whispers just beneath the daily din. It's spooky.
Posted by: isabel | 19 August 2011 at 12:48 AM
So true!
Posted by: Joe | 21 August 2011 at 10:21 PM