Curious city
View From The Park Quinn Spencer, Grade 8 Caldwell Over my head I see the miniature skyline of Boise, a mass of concrete, dark glass, and jagged metal. Down the broken path cars breeze by like ants, their drivers on their own little missions elsewhere. To my right, the starlings shriek like infants deprived of their favorite toys. I throw them crumbs of stale bread, and watch them arc over the grass. An elderly couple walks a young dog across the parking lot. and yet, I am alone.
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