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“Another map?” the violinist asked.

Riley wiped paint from their hands on the hem of an apron and, between espresso shots, sketched on the back of a discarded delivery map. In Riley’s drawings, alleys became rivers, lamp posts became lighthouses, and a narrow ledge above the bakery transformed into the Moonfold — a park stitched from roof tiles and oak crates where raccoons read newspapers and moths attended poetry readings. beingrileygreglanskytushyrileyreid top

Riley grinned. “I’m turning the city into a bedtime story for animals who never sleep.” If you’d like a different approach (poem, song