Free birds, cat hair drifting, succulent rich coffee, pieces of melting snow here and there pushed into piles, the curtain in this room sifts the light peacefully against soft olive wall color, Nanny talks with a high melodious voice in her Spanish language, strung into the rhythm of song with lows and highs. My new niece coming over and talking about foods that she likes; “I like cabbage, do you like cabbage. My Papa bought strawberries, I do like them. Last night we made a pizza, with tomato and pepperoni.”
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