Playground in the Park, Wedneday Night

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Billy sat on one of the swings, arms hooked around the chains, and leaning back. It was too cloudy to see any stars, but that was okay, it made him feel insulated.

Oddly enough, this was the first time he could ever remember being on a swing. He began turning the swing, twisting the chains up slightly, then letting it spin back.

open like an open thing