Upstairs and downstairs equipped with jokes and tangential remarks, missing the point sounding like a New Yorker identifying a provincialism having lived on the East side of the Hudson River. When I grew up and moved back to The Villa I didn't think a thing about it as a child running loose, the wind cooling my face to meet my great grandfather and his pet goose. Dodging dried up toads in the middle of the dirt road bridging the old canal I swam on my own...the place where I was born and learned about the magpie's nest.
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