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Thank you for dark bowls of soup by the campfire and for seashells and shade and warm hugs and the cool breeze at night. And candles and bugs that sing all night in the dark outside the tent and for night after night of full moon and sweaters from NYC that smell like campfire to…

City Speak

Buenos Aires, Argentina “Nena,” she said, looking at me with old, crusty, blue eyes. “Que día es hoy?” Not sure if it scared me or she seemed that scared- the tone in her voice was quick, almost scolding-like. “Lunes.” I told her smiling at the end of it to calm us down. A curious moment…