I tried to get as lost as I could in Prospect Park and came across this mirky little pond. The sun rays were hitting the quaint and charming scene just so in the late afternoon to give it all a hazy, dreamy, entranced feel. If only you could smell it.
Can't you just see the wood nymphs?
In the choice words of Liz Lemon, "I want to go to there."
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