It's morning again on East Seventh Street. The birds nudge twilight's quiet with hushed chirps. The neighborhood is just waking up.
Today men and women will travel this road in cars and on buses. School kids will walk across the road, along the road, and ride school buses up and down the road. But for now, the road is quiet.
It's morning again on East Seventh Street. The first rays of dawn are spotlighting the hillside.
Today new families are buying houses. Selling signs are being replaced with sold signs. But most residents came to stay long ago.
It's morning again on East Seventh Street. Why would we ever want a twenty-five ton train lumbering down this street, ripping a gateway through this neighborhood?
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