A Park

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There was a park as a young kid, that I have visited a few times since. It was called Mile-Square Park then, but I think they have since changed it. There was nothing unique about it, most parks remind me of it, but there was one strip of concrete that squared the park, which is where you'd find joggers and walkers in pairs, and the occasional triad or lone runner.

 

When you'd enter past the sidewalk, the place seemed expansive, surrounded by grass, trees, and the occasional bench-table, you'd think of it as some sort of artificial heart struggling to beat within an otherwise dead chest. 

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My sister, I, and all our cousins spent much of our childhoods running around that park, especially near the end of the year when our birthdays started coming around.