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Once upon a time there was a town with a soul. Ragged around the edges. Funky. No elites necessary.

Gravel, not concrete in many places. True charm.

Some arrived and did hard work that added to the soul. Some arrived and liked the feeling of something with soul, but had no desire for calloused hands.

We can administrate this, some thought. We can sell pieces of this, some thought. We can make it better. For us! And make money. For us!

The soul began looking for other unspoiled places to be funky and gravelly and real. The rest is history. The real hidden history. With smiley faces. And cheerleaders!

Call someplace paradise, kiss it good bye. Or stay, and cheer!!!!!

God bless the child that's got, or makes, their own.