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The comfort of the black bench, warm from the steady sun, is a place to absorb the beauty of the park, the beauty of a joyful community at play.

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There is an easy grace to the parkland that flows at the heart of the city.

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The park was the sanctuary of my soul in those challenging days.

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The trees that root so deep and reach so high, that take in the rain and bring the gifts of verdant foliage upon brown wands - they are my friends, my anchors in emotional waters. They are the park. They are the beauty. They are what brings serene reverence when I have the need.

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Park sunshine transforms into the laughter of the children and the wings of the butterflies.

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The park told the story of the seasons, one fresh page each day.

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The park held a small surprise in her palm each day, from a caterpillar to the song of a bird, or the people who chose to live a part of their lives in that green space.

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Each day my dreams fly among the treetops of the park and learn how to sing as with the beauty of the birds.