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Hometown

The houses along Nantasket Ave glow with the fire of sunset. The city of Boston sits at the end of the road like a pot of gold in the distance.    Today I got a bed railing for my mother from the Lyons Club and two little girls from the neighborhood entertained us  by step dancing on my mother’s front porch.

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