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A Boston Evening

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It is, and always has been, a place of refuge, of safety, of escape and fantasy. My bedroom in Boston is where I can shut it all out. The windows are usually open, letting in all the light possible, especially in the dark days of Winter. The sun will set, and I often find myself simply laying on the bed, watching it go down, then rising when it is already dark. It is the best place to be when the day turns to night.

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