I remember when I was a kid, laying in my bed at night looking out of the east facing window into the backyard. There was a streetlight in the alley that cast an awful glow through the gap in the curtains. That light is still there. I miss my yard. I miss when the motion light on the corner of the garage would turn on when a stray cat would pass through. When I close my eyes and I can still feel what the windowsill felt like on my fingertips. When both windows were open, on a perfect fall night, the breeze was amazing. Almost every night you could hear the trains passing through the neighborhood. My home. How I miss it.
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