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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) |
This park is on one of my lunch break walking routes. It has had some work going on sporadically for months: sprinklers, grass re-seed, etc. Yesterday was the most radical so far. Looks like the old grass has been scrapped off into piles to be hauled away.
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