Newer developments than many of the houses I have knocked. Walking the precincts, the class lines are stark. A community not gated, but one approach is through a covered goddamn bridge, apparently built in the last decade. The other approach is through a series of horse paddocks. I spot a buckskin, and a snowflake appaloosa. My inner horse girl wants to stop here and watch them a while. But that would surely mark me as an intruder, and I have miles to go before I sleep.
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