My Neighborhood is My Oyster
(Continued from last week’s blog post) I miss the Tree. I miss the Crows. I miss the old apartment. I miss having a designated parking spot (posto auto). I miss my old neighborhood. I miss my old newsstand, my local Tigre supermarket, and the bar (coffee shop) we’d go to Saturday mornings after doing our […]
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