January 28 – Ode to a Playground

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A place from your past orchildhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

A small forest, decimated. What for? What will they build there?

I remember the patch of forest that was like mine for 5 years. It provided shade on the days in which the sun shone brighter, and created a setting for a fun afternoon with friends. I remember being in it when a friend of mine had to be taken to the hospital. Everytime I think of a specific scene for my book, I imagine that small forest. And I always will.

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