About a year ago, I had the idea to write a very short essay each day about something I found beautiful. It would be in a style reminiscent of the poet Frank O’Hara, who used to write poetry on his lunch break, hence his 1964 book Lunch Poems.
Soon after, I forgot about the idea.
In March, one week into quarantine, I remembered and decided it would be a n…
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