With some Gaelic and other relaxing music playing quietly in the background, I sit and type and think and show and tell. It's peacefull. The house dark and calm, the sleeping people upstairs, the sense of peace and quiet. I guess you take that for granted when you have it all the time. I grew up in such a calm, quiet place. These people live in such a calm, quiet place. But we live in one of the loudest neighborhoods I've lived in, or maybe I just forgot what Minneapolis was like. I miss the peace, and I'm thankful for this moment of rest from the loud city.
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