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having fun in the neighborhood

Closeup of mature magnolia flower, beads of dew on its petals.
Woman in winter coat with back to camera looks at a wall of musical posters announcing local bookings. She has one hand behind her and her fingers are crossed.
Plastic fork bent into shape of scythe
Yellow rose in shadow and light
View of the Atlantic from a Cape Cod dune
Abandoned 100 seat theater viewed from rear toward stage, rows of red cushioned chairs still intact covered in plaster dust and debris from decaying ceiling and walls; stage charred from fire, backdrop still in place, rendered unrecognizable by the mold from the char and the fire department's extinguishing of the blaze.
"... It must be the heat." Amy had a sudden thought. "Have you been turning on the air conditioner at night, dear? I know they get expensive to run, but leaving yourself open to this heat, well, you don't want a heat stroke or anything like that." She could tell she was on to something when Carol's face tightened and a little furrow formed between her downward pressing eyebrows. Amy had never seen her angry before and didn't want to push it now, so she simply said, "Well, I'm glad you're here, at any rate. Would you like to make us some more tea, or should I?" Carol wordlessly stood up and quickly disappeared behind the counter and into the back of the shop. The back consisted entirely of one small room with walls full of shelves and a desk built into one wall. There was a glass paned door leading out behind the building where two large plastic trash cans sat waiting for twice daily collection. One thing the village stressed almost above all else was cleanliness. "We are not an historical representation of an actual turn of the century village. We are the embodiment of the ideal of a turn of the century village. We are the village of your dreams, and we are everything that village could have hoped to have been." Both Carol and Amy had heard this mantra countless times at the monthly employee luncheons and training seminars. It was not enough for this village just to have quaint shops. They went to great lengths to ensure that every aspect of their customers' experience was magical, like stepping into a time warp bubble and finding yourself one hundred years in the past amongst a treasure trove of nostalgia and shops brimming with goods, armed, of course, with your trusty credit card and ever helpful check book. Cash was not accepted at any of the establishments. This kept security easier and the village with a record of every last transaction. Nothing was left to chance or human error in this system. Almost nothing. And everything ran like clockwork. Almost.
Love Park, Philadelphia PA
I've been in love before Just tonight I felt it's embrace It's completeness In the wallpaper of a restaurant A million worlds away A scene, in a television movie and I am reduced yet evoked, redolent Forever away yet moments From truth Facets, legions Each of us For in memories we persist Faltering as the light of day The eternal return that then slips away To twighlight's quiet In which, we lie