| The story of “Empty Playgrounds”; started one day (in
the summer) some years ago, driving back from lunch; one day I passed a
playground empty, with the swings empty swaying back and forth. I passed
once, then turned and passed it again!
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Being consumed by guilt, I started looking for the children, (that's
what swings were made for) and saw none, thinking to myself that all the
children had been “killed”; though abortion there for leaving none
to play! I was stricken with the simple fact “that no one around me
didn't seem to care.” I sat in my truck and cried and cried, then there
were no tears, just sadness! |
