When I lived in the city I looked where I was going, kept an eye out for danger and dogshit, stayed aware and wary of who and what was near me, near the dogs. Here I dawdle, dilly-dally, detour. Haint blue on a porch ceiling catches my eye, twice as much when the porches are layered like a cake. It keeps the restless souls at bay, that blue, as well as …
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