Picture-making has a way of tidying things up, making the world perfect, if symmetry is your idea of perfection. But it isn't, nor is tidiness cleanliness.
I forget when they tore down the Edwardian-era school that stood on this site for all those years. Tore it down to build a new school almost half the size of the old one. Smaller but safer, as the old school was made of non-reenforced brick -- apparently a terrible way to die if and when an earthquake happens.
This field, once done, was a gorgeous emerald blanket. Then, within a couple of months, two mud semi-circles formed in front of the goalposts at each end. The field was closed for a year while people in white coats studied it to understand how it could fall apart so quickly, get so messy.
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