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Who knew how much of our hearts and souls spoke through a kitchen window?
Thank you all to the brave writers who sent in their pictures and words about such an intimate space and moment.
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.