My City Speaks moulin roty With spare prose and evocative

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My City Speaks moulin roty With spare prose and evocativeA young girl, who is visually impaired, finds much to celebrate as she explores the city she loves. A young girl and her father spend a day in the city, her city, traveling to the places they go together: the playground, the community garden, the market, an outdoor concert. As they do, the girl describes what she senses in delightfully precise, poetic detail. Her city, she says, rushes and stops, and waits and goes. It pitters and patters, and drips