Late springtime in Brooklyn, and a million petals fall from the borough\'s flowering trees as our storyteller wanders the streets remembering a girl called Harriet who has recently come and gone in his life.
And so, I\'m sure no one slept though it was very late.\' (from. "We want to watch this alone," they said.
Everyone in town was hiding.
There wasn\'t a sound.
Down they came, just like moth wings fluttering in the street light, tumbling to the ground. \'We had Flowerdrops last night.
Late springtime in Brooklyn, and a million petals fall from the borough\'s flowering trees as our storyteller wanders the streets remembering a girl called Harriet who has recently come and gone in his life