Newly washed clothes hanging on the clothesline.
Catching all the beautiful sunshine.
Sweet Angie walking down the street.
Listening to a soulful beat.
Grandma in the kitchen baking apple pies.
Willie on the porch swatting flies.
Uncle Marcus on the street corner killing time.
Shooting dice and drinking cheap wine.
Everyone doing their thing and nobody is brooding.
Until Cousin Rudy got killed in a drive-by shooting.
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