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Bright plastic colors stand out sharply from the earthy brown and greens. They don’t blend in cleanly to the forest foliage. Faded from the sun, slightly sunken into the ground with age, the playground hides in the shadows, yearning for new faces and fresh excitement. But when the wind blows, the old structure shudders and groans, whispering of ghosts of children past.
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
Bright plastic colors
Bright plastic colors stand out sharply from the earthy brown and greens. They don’t blend in cleanly to the forest foliage. Faded from the sun, slightly sunken into the ground with age, the playground hides in the shadows, yearning for new faces and fresh excitement. But when the wind blows, the old structure shudders and groans, whispering of ghosts of children past.
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
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