Sail us to the Moon


Designer’s window on Bleecker Street, New York City. Late November, 1948.
Photograph by Berenice Abbott.

Designer’s window on Bleecker Street, New York City. Late November, 1948.

Photograph by Berenice Abbott.

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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

— Gilda Radner

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