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Sunday

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Though technically the beginning of a new week, Sunday always seems more like the last breath of a week gone past. Depending on the prior week, it is either the panicked gasp of one who fears what comes next, or the peaceful exhalation of one having made the most of their time. 

Sunday is revelation. It is the moment you realize exactly how you are living your life.

January 7, 2016.

Today, on my block, the same block these children live on, a man was found dead on steps of a home. I walked by on my way into the rhythm of the city, and simultaneously, officers of the law were just then covering his face with a sheet.

Life is fleeting.  The reminders of that for these children, on this block, are sometimes very strident.