For the first time in months, the lights are shining onto the new turf. Male voices are calling, yawping, chanting and coaching. Balls are thrown. Overgrown boys huddle and run. It's the sound of normalcy just beyond my back fence.
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Oh, how I've missed this music and the bright field lights shining through the windows at sunset!
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