Nadia

I don’t know what it was about her, but over 10 years after her death, I am still mourning Nadia. To me, she was/is an unforgettable woman. Her sad brown eyes, the squalor that she lived in, her 3 dogs—all became part of my life, part of the word family. My family–our family.

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