1207 I St NE, Washington, DC 20002

Bursting seams in your 800 foot flat, NW where it's at, lusting for space, loving your partner but he's up in your face, chasing light, slightly obscured, a building like yours, up in its place, lured down, across town, cure found, big air there where bay windows, iron fences, neighbors doing favors and lower expenses convinced you, what's in store, your own patch of grass and your own front door.