We left Bluebird and stood under the gibbous moon as the chimney swifts swarmed in dizzy orbits around the Avenue and our hands found each other's as a man sitting in a Civic parked under an elm tree practiced his didgeridoo.
Michael Wriston
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Little old nobody in Baltimore. Public record enthusiast and data journalist at @projectsaltbox.com. Sometimes street portrait photographer. Forever enamored by the liminal, the misunderstood, and the unconventional. Signal: mwriston.410
