I was outside in front of my house in the city this morning. It was a clear, sunny morning as I washed and scrubbed the invisible oil of poison ivy off of my family’s hiking shoes with a bucket of soapy water. I looked up from my toils to see my neighbor Peter walking down the street, pushing his little one’s stroller, and wrapped up with his newest l…
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