Never Again Tomorrow
(This Night has opened My Eyes)
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Pass the bar on the left; a homely little place with the neon signs and a plain, old-building facade. Through the community entrance flanked by ancient oaks that reach to the sky with quiet, radiant pride. I am early, but I don't mind. It is a habit I have cultivated after years of procrastination and tardiness. Further down the street of groomed trees and sedately painted homes and a right-turn into her neighborhood. It is all quiet and sensible, as these places as go. She lives in a self-consciously cultured and clean neighborhood; the kind city kids make fun of, but it's another one of the things I adore about her. She is so much like this little community: clean, bright and innocently beautiful.
She works at the library, here, with its white with metal blinds and a sharply angled roof borrowed from Frank Lloyd Wright. The brightly colored playground across the street calls me, so I l