Posture & Perspective: Trash Day
Mondays are our “trash day” for our neck of the neighborhood. I heard the humming of the truck off in the distance while sitting at the table on our porch to read; I quickly found myself unsettled and rushing to put out our bins. A minute or two later, I was resettled, and the dad across the street was scrambling in his s…
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