was a sign in one of three pails of water with bunches of freshly-picked flowers in them. The gaslight district is a special place and I have been so grateful to live here. There is a true village sense to it and the neighborhood is so beautiful as to seem almost Disneyed-out on a daily basis--pink skies, blue clouds, bits of fiery dusk, butterflies everywhere, birds, children, all manner of summer on an avenue.
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