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401 Bainbridge Street

So the other day, my mom and I were looking through photo albums and we came across this picture of me when I was 3 in front of our family brownstone in Brooklyn. Have you ever had one of those moments where you are transported back immediately to another time in your life? Well this picture brought me right back. What you can’t see is that I was walking my little white bunny rabbit that my “Granny” had given me for my birthday!

Frosty memories Burning bright Plaided coats Stairs of flight Neighbors bored Dogs are barking Hammocks swinging Breezes lurking Granny cooking Family meals Big brownstone Memories sealed Three tier story Running wild Basement spiders Scary child These the memories of the making Burning zest, it’s for the taking Loved ones all in harmony Sun shined draped security Memories gone and memories past In the mind, they’ll always last.  — Poem written by Felicia M. Lopes

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