The Beacon’s Closet

I had a pretty perfect Sunday last weekend (which is good because ever since Monday it’s all work work work):  I went to the gym and bought a Christmas tree on my way home, went for a little walk through Williamsburg and finished reading Out of my Skin by John Haskell sitting in the sun, browsed around a thrift shop called Beacon’s Closet where everything is organized not by size, but color, bought a pair of old-fashioned tights with a seam in the back and had dinner at my favourite Venezuelan restaurant – the combination of plantain, avocado and cheese in an arepa is just unbeatable.

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