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Tino spent the holidays with us- his kindness and tolerance always reminding me that love is not a Hallmark card but something inhabited and well-lived.
We tried to take a few photos of our NYC-dwelling family before he hit the tracks. As usual, the photos took place outside the realm of the planned and processed.
Taking Tino to the train station was its own magic. He and Pat alternated between solemnity and goofiness.
In this one, I could have sworn we were somewhere in Brooklyn or the Bronx.....
I left him with my highlighted and dog-eared copy of These Are My Rivers by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
And, of course, my love, hopes, and dreams that the beat he finds may be his own- and that any river he crosses has us on the other side.