All around me, buildings I have loved are coming down, and in their place new ones are going up.
This was once a stone mason's. He made gravestones for the cemetery a block away. We nodded to each other, but I never spent time with him. And now he's gone.
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For some reason I thought Blissville was ficticious, not an actual community. In fact being ficticious gave the place an aura of "neverland" or the place at the back of the wardrobe, or the little hideouts we make when kids out of cardboard boxes..like the place we go to for comfort... Then I found this http://www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com/bigmap/queens/blissville/walk/index.htm
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