In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
~ Carson McCullers
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If you don't have a part of town that looks like this where you grew up, then you probably didn't grow up in a town. You grew up in a city. Or the country. Or a burg. Or a burrow.
Actually if you grew up in a burrow, you probably aren't reading this blog because you're a prairie dog. Or a vole. Or a puffin.
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