Sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee.

Limbs sway and creak. Traffic in the distance, sounds as if it’s miles away. I hear my son and two of the neighbor boys shouting to each other from their bikes.

A girl does a series of slow cartwheels along her driveway at the end of the block.

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