Richard Dur, Special to The Interim: By early afternoon the neighborhood has settled into its familiar rhythm. Children drift toward the park. Parents linger on benches. Traffic comes and goes. Across the street stands the old Grand Trunk School. It still echoes with the ghosts of children who once filled its classrooms. The nearby park rings with the laughter of children alive today. [...]
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