I keep a picture of my grandpa on my dresser. It was a photograph I would stare at on
link the pinboard in his study; he's walking down a street in New York, dapper in a suit and double-breasted overcoat, the year is marked 1953. I
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link York tires me out, home is always to be found within.
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