I came across a pile of photos this week that were taken nearly three years ago, one trip before I went home to say goodbye to my mother.
This photo makes me happy because it’s my favourite place, ever: the jukebox at Abie’s Bar.
I came across a pile of photos this week that were taken nearly three years ago, one trip before I went home to say goodbye to my mother.
This photo makes me happy because it’s my favourite place, ever: the jukebox at Abie’s Bar.
