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Night owls appear when danger sleeps

09 Jul

(A Six-Word Memoir)

From memories as a kid, sitting in a small upper-story window overlooking the rougher side of Baltimore City at night, when the bullies and criminals who usually roam there are sleeping. This was an oasis of heaven in an otherwise hellish time of my life, fearing I was too small and sensitive to survive in such a place. I spent every night looking out over that city until I realized how beautiful it was at night, when the people no longer roamed its streets and the real magic of the place could come out and be appreciated. I have been a night owl since.

This is the first of my Six-Word Memoirs, which came from the longer story blogged earlier, “Windows Into the Night“.

 
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Posted by on July 9, 2018 in Blog, Memoir

 

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