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Little Havana is: The aroma of picuala The taste of cafe con leche The brilliant red of flamboyan the cry of the itinerant knife sharpener..
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POETRY
By Heidi Johnson-Wright
Little Havana is:
The aroma of picuala
The taste of cafe con leche
The brilliant red of flamboyan
the cry of the itinerant knife sharpener.
We are not seas of asphalt, mountains of big box stores and the dead smell of sameness.
