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Day 70 of 35

There was a quiet hymn in the cars that passed on the street below the second story balcony. She stood in a summer dress that made him remember peacocks at the zoo his mom had taken him to when he was seven. He had forgotten about the zoo. In fact, it seemed to him that he had forgotten about peacocks and the sound of his mother’s voice entirely until the sight of this woman delivered it.

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