Anyone who knows the songs knows the story of that winter in Leningrad, 1943.
Anyone who knows the songs knows the story of that winter in Leningrad.
They had moved from Maine five years ago, my mother said, because he didn’t like the cold weather anymore.
We were creeping down Highway 191 in a teal Jeep with a white top.
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Children burst out of their clothes,
an explosion of buttons and cotton.
Mrs. Donahue stood by the backyard window watching Johnny complete her trellis.
i hear the clicking claws of my three dogs
of the conrad hotel
The wooden stairs that used to lead
down to the glacier now hang