THE MAGIC HOUR

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Some days at sunset, a portal to another world opens, right at the end of our block. The air hangs thick with it. The trees stand still. The birds flutter almost apologetically from branch to branch, like children caught fidgeting at church.

It reminds me that there is something out there, beyond the strip malls and greenbelts that spell out So.Cal suburbia. It’s not on a timer like the sprinklers. Blink and you might miss it.

A tiny sliver of escape from an ordinary day.

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