The ring road was closed to cars today–walking home after a latte at the French bakery today was such a pleasure with no whizzing traffic. Moscow's celebrated its birthday hard–here, let me pour you a shot of vodka, everyone else seems to have had one–and the amount of sparkle defies description.
In the park people danced arm in arm, and those guys in shiny suits actually danced like cossacks. While people partied, this church, in same park, sat quietly in the September sun.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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