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June 12, 2017
I take walks on warm evenings, and I have discovered an unexpected pleasure of living on the first floor.

I like to leave my curtains open and my lights on when I leave for my walk. The air is full of the smell of lilacs and the song of birds. I greet my neighbors and their dogs. Then, as dark approaches, I come upon my own apartment and look into the windows from the sidewalk.

"This is a cozy scene," I think, noting a book on the table, a teacup, a comfortable chair. "Whoever lives here is doing all right."