He is gone now. His shop is gone. Weld Square is gone. His life has been wiped clean off the board. But I wake in the night and I see his face and I hear his voice.
Charles Reis Felix
The Portuguese are the unknown people. We are lost in this vast country. Nobody knows we are here. To be Portuguese in America is to be a stone dropped in the middle of the ocean. It sinks beneath the waves and vanishes without a trace.
people
clean life
Thank God for the mind. It's the only place where we have freedom of speech.
places mind
Chance dictates everything.
chance
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