Nonna Magia (a haibun) “The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?” Said the server to the old Nonna who was the first in his shop every morning, who might have half winced in some kind of rictus – she wasn’t a caitiff. But she did solve her problem,well … Continue reading Nonna Magia (7.7 f)
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