When I think of Boston, I'm reminded of Wellesley & its winding paths & struggles, but also the few women I met there whose existences still stand out like brilliantly against the rather lonely and grey landscape of my heart; going out to the city for steaming bowls of katsudon from Blue Fin, greasy appetizers & steak & some ginormous decadent
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And yes, I think you will be happy!
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