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The parks here – let me tell ya – are little sanctuaries. Quarry Park, with its mossy benches and hidden corners, feels like a secret hideaway. It's where I go when I need to chill, catch some inner peace indescribably. I remember one breezy afternoon, heart pounding, simply watching the clouds do their dance in an endless slow-motion routine. "The wind! It doesn’t stop." Yeah, that line from the movie stuck with me then, too.

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