Buongiorno dal mio piccolo caffè mattutino ad Ascoli Piceno, I am back for my morning cappuccino, shot of water, and croissant. It must have rained during the night or earlier this morning, as there were puddles all around and the stones were beyond a little slippery for this aging person. However, as I walked downContinue reading “Making Sense of Immigration as I feel like One”
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