Vision. I’m in
Paseo Park. It is daytime. A golden sunlight caresses everything. I am standing, I am hovering. There are no people around. The streets are quiet, but the feeling is friendly, rather than ominous. I am across from Stratton, looking at the school. I look at the red brick apartments across from Stratton. I ponder what I’m seeing.
I’m at the Union Blvd. house, current and past, outside the house and inside. I look with what feels like true compassionate curiosity. My Heart opens up to this childhood geography.
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