Touchdown.

It’s been two weeks less than one year since I’ve been to Boston. The smell is the same: fresh brick and muggy air. I’m sitting on the green line, about to get off at Arlington, and I’m trying to decide how to describe the Boston faces. There’s something similar about them all. Well, here’s my stop. More on this later.

Ps. Oh my gawd, I see the gardens!

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