I am lonely for home tonight. I wasn't born in Brooklyn, but it is home, for so many reasons. It belonged to me when nothing else did. I can smell the pink-green-white of the buds on the cherry blossoms, soon to make an appearance.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Brooklyn
I am lonely for home tonight. I wasn't born in Brooklyn, but it is home, for so many reasons. It belonged to me when nothing else did. I can smell the pink-green-white of the buds on the cherry blossoms, soon to make an appearance.
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