A River Passes By Here | Kenyon Review Online
Caroline Tracey At the start of the COVID-19 quarantine, I moved into my girlfriend’s apartment, a renovated garage in a triangle of blocks where three Mexico City neighborhoods come together. We share it with Lázaro, a handsome, anxious, black-and-brown half greyhound that Mariana adopted four years ago after a friend found him curled up under a truck. We quickly took on a slower, quieter pace of life. We spent long mornings reading in bed, drinking coffee, and snuggling with Lázaro. We made the small space ample: I at my desk in the garage, Mariana in her woodshop on the roof. Every mea...
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