This morning, I biked Eleanor to the playground. The particular playground we went to is in a park on a hill that affords a nice view of the city. It has a tall, half-dead pine tree growing right in the middle of it. The morning was colder than we originally thought, so halfway there, we had to return home for coats and hats. We got to the playground a little later. There were other kids there. Eleanor ran with them gleefully.
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