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Not everyone goes to the park to find hope. She did. Her father, a preacher, held his hope in the sanctity of the cross. But to her, the congregation seemed more hopeful. To her, the souls devoted religiously and those only there on occasion, seeking a hope that had been battered, brutalized, or altogether lost, they were the people who held the hope. She saw their presence as a testament to their expectancy, being ready at any moment to rightfully receive God’s reprieve and restoration. Parks felt like a similar kind of sanctuary. A meeting ground for people who otherwise might never be seen in the same place, all presently seeking a moment of relief.