Wine,Women & Song

By CelloNerd

Door on Hudson Street

A door thick with graffiti, a pile of garbage, a bike in chains, an unknown fluid seeping towards me. I stood across from this quiet entryway in the heart of the meatpacking district, capturing lone pedestrians as they trudged past, industriously pushing and dragging their cargo.

Then, at last, someone appeared to have a key! What's behind the door? Alas, we'll never know.

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