There is a park near my apartment that is a bit more neglected than its more popular sister across the street. This is a good thing. At some point, when our neighborhood was not the tony destination it is today, I’m sure they cut down the trees in the park across the street to discourage clandestine lurking and other illegal goings on and to make it easier for law enforcement to observe. It seems that my park didn’t warrant such attention, most likely given up as a lost cause. Who cares now why. All I care about is that the trees in my park are tall and majestic and when I enter along the path that lies beneath these majestic trees it feels as though I am entering the most sacred temple.

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