Sunday, November 30, 2008
Bryan Park
Planned wilderness, tailored with stone paths and walls; wide, tidy greens and thick spurts of forest. One of the city's parks, I rambled there as a child, at birthday parties or on days when our mothers didn't know what else to do with us. And later, when I didn't know what to do with myself, I took my bike there and rode around, and around. A second, outside home.
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