This is our place. A place where magic happens. Where green space somehow stayed while city built up around it. By sheer luck, we found it and claimed it and love it as a member of our family. This place exemplifies the idea that life is a progression of tiny growths, baby steps, small things, and new discovery after new discovery, building on top of one another until they make a lifetime, a history. Little step by little step, people grow together. People so disparate can become a family. We are reflected in the Hollow, and the Hollow is reflected in us. As it passes through it’s seasons, so do we. Magic happens here. It is our place.


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