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Early summer evening in the city
has its hypnotic hold on me
The way humidity mixes with warm blacktop and it's lines of lush trees
I got a miles wide view of painted storm clouds rolling around the brick lined horizon
Echoes of children's laughter chasing the sun down, the music of life lives here
I listen as the late birds sing to usher in the night
Lightposts buzz like first stars appearing to shine on my path
The pulse of the street welcomes me
Home at last
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