Stopping by woods

stopping by woods

On our way to see the lone horse in the park, I saw the sunlight breaking through the trees. It was a small patch of wood — in a park that otherwise consisted of little more than a playground, pool, and pond — but for a moment I saw a vision of what the park could be. What I hoped it would be. We have a dearth of good parks here in my part of the world, but maybe…someday.

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