High-rises and brownstones. Highways and greenways. Everything laid out in a vastly miniature grid. Everything I left, was it only two months ago, so distinctly American, and I no longer know if it is familiar or foreign.
High-rises and brownstones. Highways and greenways. Everything laid out in a vastly miniature grid. Everything I left, was it only two months ago, so distinctly American, and I no longer know if it is familiar or foreign.