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Millennium Park

Millennium Park a reclaimed landfill once succumbed to the deafening shriek of sea gulls and bulldozers. Now a rolling hill gazing down on the skyline of The City of Boston. A blanket of greenery laid over a once open sore inviting the weary to sit, to succumb to the blissful stillness as the wind sings in the long-needled pines. John G. Lawless ©2/22/2022

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Date: 2/27/2022 3:33:00 PM
It sounds marvelous "laid over a once open sore inviting the weary to sit, to succumb" I see the tree I want.
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Date: 2/22/2022 6:57:00 PM
Beautiful image you've penned for us, John. How many times I have sat in just such a place on just such a day when "the wind sings in the long-needled pines." I remember it well. Nice writing, my friend.
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Date: 2/22/2022 6:36:00 PM
Interesting piece, John... I've always wondered how they filled in the gaping sinkholes in the tenement areas near the stockyards in Chicago, closed since 1971...
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