Wherever I am in my travels I will often wonder what a particular
spot looked like in the past. It is the land that has been covered in
concrete that I often daydream about, wondering what it looked like
before being changed forever. Sadly sometimes daydreaming isn't
I have driven by this pasture almost daily for the past twenty five
years. I have seen fox and deer in its meadow, and every March I admired
the blooms along its fence row. I knew time was limited, as suburban
sprawl was fast approaching. Then one morning, there they were, dozens
of bulldozers tearing up the meadow. I watched as trees were shredded
and piled up to be burned, and top soil was mounded to be hauled off. My
heart was heavy with the realization that this little patch of earth
would likely be covered in concrete for generations.
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