Over the summer I watched the teenager next door build a flowerbed in his family’s front yard. Throughout the year I watch him and his three younger siblings mow their lawn, rake the leaves and shovel the snow in their driveway. When they’re inside I imagine them dusting, vacuuming and talking about how their nosey neighbor lady is always spying on them. I’m not nosey. What I am is nostalgic. When I’m watching them I’m thinking back to when I …
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