Saturday, December 13th, 2025
Their iron gates were open to all who shared the spirit of creativity, and to those whose minds yearned for brand new thoughts to challenge their hearts.
The green grass swayed happily as pedestrians from all over the city of Providence walked with their dogs, or hand-in-hand with friends or lovers, speaking gleefully of every future endeavor they dared to pursue.
But these days, the gates are lined with roses, and no one treads the grounds anymore.
No one flies their kites or dances around the trees and…
There are two less of us than there used to be.
— Hellen Schweizer