By: Nancy Abiera I came to America in September 1984. I remember singing. . . “I’ll see you in September, when summer is gone. . . “ as the song goes. I was brokenhearted back then feeling so sad ...
Read More »By: Nancy Abiera I came to America in September 1984. I remember singing. . . “I’ll see you in September, when summer is gone. . . “ as the song goes. I was brokenhearted back then feeling so sad ...
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