tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post8040875293190684049..comments2023-12-10T23:55:56.990-08:00Comments on impressions of an expat: (we are all) Coney Island BabiesMarco Northhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14743362297094244898noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post-66279334578295386912011-06-06T15:56:00.299-07:002011-06-06T15:56:00.299-07:00I did imagine.
You brought back Coney Island. Th...I did imagine.<br /><br />You brought back Coney Island. That is where I first saw the ocean - as a grown up, in the winter. Yes; it is beautiful, and it was barren, only my friend and me, a few flurries of snow, and mysteriously every so often along the beach a barrel with a fire in it, and two or three men hunkered over it, warming themselves. I wondered what they were doing, who they were, but they put the finishing touches on that gray and awe-inspiring vista.<br /><br />The Tajiks; it is sad, but maybe they have nothing else to sell.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12623179886908222942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post-14285949659039824512011-06-06T15:13:02.679-07:002011-06-06T15:13:02.679-07:00This was beautiful.
I was missing your post today....This was beautiful.<br />I was missing your post today. It was worth the wait.<br /><br />MelyMelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17467430167867383460noreply@blogger.com