Neighbors

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…smell fragrant flowers and honeysuckle overridden by the smell of burning oil at the local refinery. On the street where I live, I feel a cool breeze off the river blowing in my face. I feel the vibration from the train as it crosses the bridge. I feel the soft bass of my stereo coming from my living room. On the street where I live, I feel love, comfort and security because this is home.