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  • He was on a bench in Washington Square when I walked passed him. Even though I knew his cigarette smoke might bother me, I sat down next to him, or rather, in between him and the edge of the last bit of sunlight in the park. I was content feeling the sun warm my face on this December day. I thought about the sun's rays as literally reaching across space to touch me, it was something I had heard in a lecture recently.

    "This is the spot," I said to the man enthusiastically. It seemed to me that we had the same idea in mind when we had chosen it. A few seconds passed.

    "For a little while," he answered.

    I looked up to see the sun slowly dipping behind the heights of the NYU Kimmel Building. He was getting up to leave when I turned back.

    "I'll leave you the last of it," he said as he walked into the rest of the dark park. I moved over into the space he had left for me and looked back at the Kimmel building. I thought about what this spot was like at 12:35 on some other December fifth before Kimmel was built. The men raking leaves asked me to move a few seconds later, and I left moments before shadow would have overtaken my face.
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