This is an area where I used to play when I was seven years old. One of my old childhood friends played with me. He died 15 years ago when he was just 38 years old. It is now one city park and I have named it ‘Lars’s park’. My childhood friend’s name was Lars. I often go there and meditate.
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That’s a good story. Very nice of you to honor your friend like that.
I have a sightly similar experience. Sometimes I make a pilgrimage there, just to touch the wall and say hello. Well done for going today and thank you for sharing.
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