Boston Hassle, July 07, 2020
The just-gone June of this today’s textual publication bears a scant, solecistic resemblance to the June of this here same-monthed video of Union Square sights roamed by this Somerville Texan. Between I and Gina’s intersection stretches Lincoln Park’s scruffy fields and beer-bellied hills, where not months before the eyes of many play-minded children screamed wide at tiny glimpses of scintillating slides and spinners yelling for climbing hands and fallen kneecaps. Today, if not on this hour of publication then at this publication day’s slow sundown, one might surely walk through a water-sprinkled sight of peachy-faced parents and kiddos feet-naked. Not so was it for me, weeks ago, when tangerine nets decked and left elisioned playthings for the sake of lives saved. Hindsight sure makes such placards palatable as current-time cases in Texas surmount this area’s own highs by twofold.
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