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February 18, 2016
The windows are open. Watching the sun hit the bricks on the building across the street, the floppy old-town architecture. I always wanted to live in an in-town, up the stairs, kinda apartment. Hadnít planned on the railroad-car layout, but it works. I can hear the kids downstairs on their skateboards. They will continue until around 10 and magically disappear. There isnít much noise from the bar, but the iron works restaurant is supposed to have a live band Sunday. I can hear the falls from here when listen. I wonder if I will be able to hear the band.