


Until I got on the Ferry I had forgotten how the smells and sounds were as intimate with me as Florence's music.
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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Concerned about the storm approaching New York this weekend.
Are you in zone A? Please take care. I will be thinking of you.
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