The Broadway Sisterhood
This long island is cold and barren. The leaveless trees of winter exposing the frenzied tangle of branches otherwise hidden in the lushness of summer. The intermittence of parched looking pines, stand neglected and forlorn against the greyness of the overcast chill of the day. The land is snow covered with stiff impenetrable patches of white. The formation of my first snowball thwarted by it’s solidity as the snow is even breach resistant to my weight.
Yet, somehow, the cold, crisp air breathes life into me. The waves of the Long Island Sound pulling from me the overcast dull from my soul, breathing vigor into my very bones; setting me on the path of the healing that comes from being thoroughly embraced by my Sisterhood.
Hello, Broadway. Here we come come
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