Suspended Play

The slide waits. Designed for speed, for laughter, for the irreversible descent of childhood — it stands perfectly still under a layer of white indifference. The bench holds no one. The trees form a nave around something that has temporarily forgotten what it is for. Winter does not cancel joy. It simply postpones it.

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