On this street ...
at the top of the hill ...
just beyond the neighbor peeking out from her stoop ...
lies the house my mother-in-law grew up in.
And the neighbor peeking out from her stoop has just said goodbye to us, after welcoming us into her house, giving us candies, and marveling at us, the son and daughter-in-law of her childhood friend.
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