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August 23, 2015
In the middle of the noisy city in the middle of the day I can hear the cicadas (or are they crickets?) above the oscillating hum of the oscillating fan. The unexpected afternoon quiet is broken only by some occasional hammering/drilling and a little traffic that seems distant. It's the first day of school and the sounds of children on the street are still a few hours away. Baby is sleeping, Mama is grocery shopping, Daddy is working, Kitty is snoozing under the dining room table, Zaidie is on his iPad and Bubbie is writing a few hundred words.