Mary Colson – The Writer And The City

New York City was clearly where I ought to be, not stuck on a farm in rural Buckinghamshire! I should be strutting up Fifth Avenue. New York City was clearly where I ought to be, not stuck on a farm in rural Buckinghamshire! No, I should be strutting up Fifth Avenue, drinking cocktails in rooftop bars, and listening to jazz with the beautiful people at Elaine’s.

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