by Julianne Mulvey
It isn’t the way she walked that made me watch her all the way from 16th to 21st street. It was the things she walked without. She was without worries or cares imbedded in her stride. No cables of deep-rooted longings or unaccomplished goals dragged her soles back to the pavement. She was not floating. However, it appeared that at any moment she might.
Julianne Mulvey is finally here.