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of 22 Notes by Bob Keith Once, in New York City's Washington Square, I saw just such people on just such a bench (I cut my bench down a little in size.). In my sculpture, the man smoking the cigarette is watching the bird, the little girl is putting on her roller skates, while the lady (with the metal-lathe turnings for hair) is reading, I forget what; the dog is just there making the scene.. Today in Washington Square, dogs roam in a fenced dog-recreation area. |
