If They Could Only Talk by Randy Solle
It was a beautiful warm, sunny, spring morning in New York City. As I looked out through the large front window of the Repository, on the corner of Broadway and 47th street, the women were strolling by in their lovely spring outfits, with their beautiful hats, and the streets were filled with Hansoms, Broughams, and […]
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