As a parting shot, a mug.

Monthly Haikus #14 - Mug from a Place I Hate

I know much of adulthood is marveling about how time flies and you aren’t sure how we are already at [insert time of day, month, year here]. And yet…I don’t know how it’s almost September and basically the back end of the year already. 

But it’s the last Tuesday of the month, a gray(ish) afternoon in New York, and we’re back with some more haikus.

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