The Power of a New York State of Mind
I’ll always long for the alleyways and boulevards of my youth
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5 min readFeb 22, 2021
As I write these words, it’s snowing in New York.
It doesn’t snow here where I am, at the tail end of the West Indies. In Puerto Rico, the place where the Caribbean sea sidles up to a pounding Atlantic, my winters can barely be called winters at all.
