This is what most people think of, when they think of children: an open space; a jungle gym; a peaceful day. And yet it's empty. There are no inhabitants. Nothing but wildlife to run a muck The way that it was originally intended to be. A preserve for those who were here prior to the construction of pieced land. Animals sneaking their way into the grass, flying so low, so that they can have what humans have made theirs. Almost as if that small patch is their journey home. Like Dorothy, just hoping to find their way back. Back into their reality: nature. Untouched by human hand or machine. Preserved, and still reserved for their rights. To roam, jump, fly, or climb, just like any other human (minus the flying -- unless on a swing :-p).
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