Walking down Massachusetts Avenue toward Symphony Hall, I picked up a rare and earthy aroma, and a glance around me revealed the source. A woman of a certain age with neat red hair puffed a slim cigar.
Freelance writer living in Boston's Allston neighborhood, home to college students, elderly Russian immigrants, and a sprinkling of professionals like me.
1 comment:
Nice imagery. I need to read more of your work.
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