Think on It by Wentworth CamborPosted on February 10, 2020 Just outside of Grey’s Papaya, there was an odd, frozen cluster of people. Neither my babysitter nor I could see through or over the group from afar, so we kept on walking toward it. Valerie squeezed my little hand. Creative NonfictionFirst-Year Writing SeminarChildhood death memory New York City strangers streetscape time