” … I have found myself sitting on the boardwalk or walking barefoot on the wet sand, where the waves break on the shore line, and poetry just ran through my veins. The fluidity from with which the thoughts and language would run through me felt like an intravenous drip of uncut magic. I’ve never really tried to decipher the mystery of the sand at Coney Island. Instead, I’ve accepted it and embraced it as part of the reason why I’ll always be a Coney Island kinda girl.” - Nikki-Jo Grossman, Coney Island Examiner.
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