It was a regular, summer evening on the property known colloquially as the "Lafarge lands", named for the company that once had a gravel pit on the site. Joggers hustled by down the pathways, kids on bikes peddled along the relatively safety of the dead end street, and there was even someone on a skateboard that went sailing by. Sadly, this scene of community activity might represent the last call of such serenity in this reclaimed stretch of natural wilderness in the inner city.
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