Report from Plagueland.
We moved our daily family walk from one ghost town (Puyallup) to another (Sumner) and perhaps actually arrived in a long-dreamed-of but seldom-encountered interstitial third (Meeker).
A place where barns are sutured into homes and then transformed into upscale apartments.
Where strangely malformed dogs bark at our own.
Where it's best to walk through with a quickened pace and glance over one's shoulders from time to time.
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