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January Twenty Third, Two Thousand and Eighteen. 

I walked throuh a foggy drizzle to pick up a tofu curry over noodles at my favorite foodcarts on campus– the cook and owner welcomed me warmly, and I loaded up on the hotsauce and spicy pickled carrots and jalapenos she keeps perched on the ledge of her cart.


Where do I begin? So many have left Brooklyn either to retire, look for a more rural place to live, in search of a quieter life and so many other reasons, but they always come back now and then at least for the “food” 501 more words