Twenty-twenty was a perfect year to do just that.” ...
Alike the bitter cup of grief, Alike the draught of bliss, Its progress leaves but moment brief For baffled lips to kiss.
I didn’t live through the Christmas of 1929, but growing up in Nogales, the border was always there—constant, imposing, ...
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