Short Stories on Leaving…

Aug 30th  Like writing a paper, times new roman 11… I wonder if my Italian family can hear me typing?? The door is closed, I hope not, I don’t want to disturb them, but I have to write, its been so long… Summer is winding down, its dead everywhere and I’m still waiting for a... Continue Reading →

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