My apartment is an old house on the hill, poorly and incompletely refurbished.From my hall and rickety fire-escape,I look off over the Davenport skyline, towards Rockport’s just accross The River. At night the city fills with orange lights, Centennial bridge half-lit most nights.All the old houses in this neighborhood have these same river-facing windows.The romantic …
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