All she wanted was a bit of earth.
She cried out for the green mother who had already given her so much. She fought for those whispers in the wind, and when she got it, when she got her bit of earth, it was hers.
Neigh sayers thought it wouldn't do any good. They didn't think there was a point to tucking something into a pocket of space where other, more functional businesses could thrive. But it wasn't profit she sought.
It was years later, when someone very sick, needed a quiet place to rest. The park was built for them.
It's 100 years later, when the little tree in the middle of the surrounding path, would grow into its full oak potential, and become a new generation's backbone. The park was built for them.
It was the pride she felt on the day when the sun was warm and high, the air was soft and crisp, and her smile was in her heart.
The park was built for her.
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