I love my neighborhood in Seattle. There isn’t one flag flying but it’s so American.
Out my sliding window, tucked back from the street and among the towering red cedars, I can hear my neighbors on these summer nights.
Just enough to feel close but not enough to be annoyed, you know?
Singing on the Swing
In the backyard on the left, I can hear grandparents…
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