Telling History in Stories
When I was seven, I would saunter up the hill to an old burial ground called the New Santa Fe Cemetery, an area that felt as if it were a time capsule amid development.
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When I was seven, I would saunter up the hill to an old burial ground called the New Santa Fe Cemetery, an area that felt as if it were a time capsule amid development.