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| by Matteo Pericoli |
WINDOWS ON THE WORLD
by Annie Leibovitz
When I first began living in my house in Greenwich Village, I thought I had no view on the ground floor. And then I noticed that at a certain time of day, a shadow slowly forms on the brick wall at the far side of the little yard in back. I can see it through the glass doors in the dining room. The imprint of a large sycamore tree growing in our yard takes shape on the wall. It’s a borrowed view. A New York thing
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