I live in a typical urban neighborhood, with the houses almost on top of each other. I live on a cozy street that is one block long. And somewhere in my neighborhood resides a very talented French horn player, who every night between 9 and 10, plays his or her horn. So, amid the sirens, the children laughing, the old men on their porches talking, the ice cream truck and the pick-up basketball game that is constantly played in our street...this French horn player punctuates the accidental symphony that plays in my street every warm spring night.
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