Sundays with neighbors.
It’s Sunday and it’s quiet. Not a big surprise, as we live on a quiet street, where other than the white hum of the freeway or occasional barking dog, there is rarely much hubbub. Working from home over the past couple of months has only confirmed my observations that not much happens around here – with the everyday sameness being disrupted only by the children growing from tricycles to bikes to cars. But this Sunday is...
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