8 Apr 2022

My heart is alive with the sound of music: the rum-pum-pum of the sidewalk DJ, happy hour shouts in the bar, the chipping of many feet heading into weekend. The birds sweep between rooftops, mission unnamed, except to be together.

A pink wall glows in the afternoon sun, an entrance to an apartment with a glowing golden mailbox attached to the wall.

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