The other night, on my birthday in fact, some writer at a book launch I stopped in on was describing her past (?) year spent in England. And I quote: I lived one block from the prison and two blocks from the sea"
Sounds like my life, sometimes. And yet, two blocks isn't really that far, is it?
Sounds like my life, sometimes. And yet, two blocks isn't really that far, is it?
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