A photo appeared in my feed as I cleared notifications
this morning. My two sons on a wooden bench, neither
facing the camera. I remembered the place instantly,
the time. Our apartment days by a street with constant
traffic. (One night I counted eight police cars, sirens
wailing, roaring past.) Walking one day, we discovered
a side road, and at the end, a…
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