While she was standing there, watching the sunlit green valley below, the noise from the city a bit further up the hills was nearly muted.

A dog barked in a smug nearby, throwing the sound back and forth between the walls, serving the dog the pleasure to sound twice its size, or more.

Two boys suddenly turned up, chasing a fantasy of superheroes and fire, while looking for a cat they’d seen before.

Then suddenly, like a clockworks agreement, the oldest took the youngest by hand, and they ran off. Running for the next chase. Running for it, – with their all.

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