The Wooster Collective has a nice little story up about 11 Spring Street, a building in Manhattan.
I remember this building well. Or rather, I have a lot of half memories, half dreams about it and I'm not sure which are true and which are false. Did I stand and gaze at the candles in the window and speculate wildly? Did I once talk to someone going inside? Did I go inside? I'm not sure. One thing for certain, the mystery is about to end. File under inconsolable.
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