Laurelhurst
Summer The ducks surging boisterously like so many Behans to the bar, their cacaphonous mates circling this way and that; efficient wives getting supper on the hob. A tawdry magpie also voicing disappointment that she cannot join them in the water. Here, too, in the tranquil and quiet, is the noise of community teaming along the shores of Laurelhurst. The afternoon sun basks everything into a…
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