Daydreams and writing

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There is a scene that I play in my head, like the opening shot of a movie, when I’d like to be somewhere other than where I’m at. I’m sitting on the front porch of a big white house with blue shutters in New Orleans. Flowering vines fall from the eaves. I’m looking out over a quiet street, watching neighbors slowly emerge from homes, watching a cat who’…