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Writing historical fiction: sometime journal of a New York City novelist

A walk at night in my NYC neighborhood

I just went out for a breath of air, and there isn't much. It's still 82 degrees at 11:00 pm. I love my neighborhood at night! Lights shimmer from the old brownstones on side streets and the trees before them are heavy and still. The young, bearded Greek orthodox priest in his cassock was standing outside  Read More 
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