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- John’s of 12th StreetManhattan is very good at making you feel small and fleeting. Fragile, untethered — anonymized. And then, every once in a blue moon, amid the din and indifference, something happens. Past, present and future collide in the crosswalk, and you’re no longer just transitory. For a fleeting moment, in the shadow of cracked brown stone and gleaming glass, you’re acutely aware of your place in the great everything. You feel seen. At the corner of Second Avenue and 12th, a warm, red neon sign glows a few houses down the transverse. It’s an old brick building with an old red… Read more: John’s of 12th Street
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