"Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord; no deeds can compare with yours." Psalm 86:8
If I close my eyes and concentrate on the sweet sounds of "Under the Boardwalk" from the Ukulele and mouth harp wailing musician at the 72nd street subway stop, I can almost feel my feet in the cold water.
Never mind, that's a drip coming from a rusty pipe above me. And the waves crashing were just screeching metal wheels on metal track.
First..Nudes are glorified at MOMA.
Now this...
The latest Art Installation in Manhattan, we're all supposed to oooo and ahhhh.
What is worth showcasing from the rooftops?
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