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...