I am at the window of the
first apartment we had in Chicago --
a third floor apartment with a
row of floor to ceiling French doors.
I am looking down the Rogers Park
Street. I miss the pine trees.
This paper looks & smells a little bit
like them.
Life of a busy street
a raisin is a
grape that gets
sweeter under blue
sky -- i'm here 10 years
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