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Boston, MA: Familiar people with familiar accents sharing the same familiar unwillingness to stop their cars for pedestrians. Bragging Irish flags, St. Christopher medals on hairy Sicilian chests, Red Sox hooligans, lobster paraphernalia, heavily commercialized American history. Milling college students snaking through the T as it snakes its way beneath the milling feet of yet more milling college students.
Nothing foreign, nowhere far.
Some 40 miles, an hour by train, a day or two in the mail, mere seconds through a computer.
Hardly a journey to the end of the earth.
Still, my God, I'll miss her so much.
I wasn't planning on crying like I did, for the record.
Nothing foreign, nowhere far.
Some 40 miles, an hour by train, a day or two in the mail, mere seconds through a computer.
Hardly a journey to the end of the earth.
Still, my God, I'll miss her so much.
I wasn't planning on crying like I did, for the record.