Reading the first five chapters of Rosseau's Reveries of a Solitary Walker.
Before morning.
It is morning.
I went to see more of the Hopper exhibit today. It was like an assembly line of people, since it just opened this week. Step forward, note painting, nod head, whisper something clever to companion while still looking at the painting, nod again
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