Life is beautiful in the truck of the lumberyard
When I walk up the village-square-stairs with my half-eaten sandwich in one hand, and my glass in the other, my eye catches a lady standing with her back to me in Casa Oliveira’s doorway, talking to the residents. I’m trying to squint to see more clearly. “Who is this … she looks like Nicole Pesch”, […]
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