March 16th, 2007

The four houses across the street squat in silent judgment. Their window-eyes focus on something beyond me, something over my head. I can never seem to catch their gaze. No matter how hard I try, how elaborate the dance or gleeful the song, they simply stare right past me. This is their judgment.

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