I've never shared this, but I lived in Langston Hughes house in Harlem,NY in the 90's. I was a 10-year-old insecure child that had just reconnected with her mother after being apart nearly seven years. My mom lived in Langston's house with her lover who's family owned Langston's former home. They were the perfect family with two kids and welcomed me with opened arms. I grew up playing on his piano, toying with his broken typewriter and reading things he left behind.... Read more
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