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Walking through Bay View

Late in the afternoon, slight June

drizzle.

The smell of a storm,

Imminent.

Hearing the gravel scuff beneath my feet.

Cicadas screaming among the oaks and elms.

BAM! A wooden screen door shuts.

Bare feet come padding down the sidewalk.

Leaving the Victorian cottage to

Look after the child, through paned windows.

What a supreme thing this cottage.

So stately in all its age.

A fact that time does not affect true beauty.

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