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At the end of South Pinehurst, hip hop and merengue blast from a car, and a group of teenagers sit in lawn chairs in the street. A volleyball net is surrounded by people, loading soda cans into a cooler. Three frisbees fly, two footballs and a game of baseball in the center of the field. There are children shouting to each other in spanish as they climb tree after tree, and dogs barking and playing on the grass. The sun shines down all around and warm, but the cool grass soothes the skin. Bikes roll down the hills, out of the park and into traffic and boys whistle. Behind the rocks, a barbecue is set up and is smoking out the area beautifully. By seven-thirty, the sky is orange over the bridge. Thank goddess I'm home.