4.06.2005

April 4, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

The city was alive today, resplendent in the warmth that engulfed us all, venturing out of our homes with the dream that perhaps this never-ending winter was finally over. Windows open until ten at night, sunlight until eight. Every street you went down was full of people sitting on their stoops, smiling at each other, dreaming of the days ahead.

Dan

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