Romance in the middle of a 8 Million people city?
Nonfiction Story It is Saturday morning in NYC. End of March. My watch shows 9:21. I take a leisure walk through Central Park. It is grey, windy, and light...
Nonfiction Story It is Saturday morning in NYC. End of March. My watch shows 9:21. I take a leisure walk through Central Park. It is grey, windy, and light...
If you were born in the city you probably still like living here. But I’ll bet you don’t have the same excitement as visitors or students or even those...