It is rare to walk through empty streets in downtown Washington, DC, in broad daylight. Yet this past spring, when it seemed as if every living thing had leapt into a void, I learned that what you see and how you see it changes in a relatively unpeop [...]
Little wiener dog doing his best show horse, jumping one, two, three stumps in a row; his boy is too busy scrolling to notice, but I smile all the way up the hill. Bitter cold
The first address is of the house we rented twenty years ago, when our kids were young. Ten minutes on foot—half a mile—from the place where we now live. In reality, however, there is no address, not any longer.
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