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No mad dogs or Englishmen...just a few mid-September runners, cyclists, and me, eating some bread and an apple from the mid-week greenmarket, on this hill near Prospect Park Southwest.
Oh, and this fearless, hungry little sparrow, who hopped onto my shoe and stuffed himself right from the palm of my hand.
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I was actually one of those mid-September, mid-day runners. It was especially calm.
Posted by: Chicken Underwear | September 16, 2010 at 07:50 AM