Hans Rustad We said goodbye at the corner of the Eleventh. From the other sidwalk I turned to look back; you too had turned, and you waved goodbye to me. A river of vehicles and people were flowing between us. It was five o’clock on an ordinary afternoon. How was I to know that that river was […]
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