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A friend from the neighborhood said, "When it comes to healing, there are no elevators. You just gotta take it one step at a time."
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.