There are several little handprints in the cement of a sidewalk at our neighborhood playground.There are no names, no indicators of who the hands belong to, only a sign of the family who once lived on the land where our playground now stands. It's a sign that there was once a home sitting on the site where my kids play almost daily, where my son and his friends chase each other with their toy light sabers, where my oldest daughter swings her little sister on the swing set.In my [...]
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