Recently, I dreamed that spring was afoot in Cleveland’s most distressed neighborhoods.
A healing wind was issuing from a cherry tree growing amidst the asphalt on Lakeside Avenue. It was advancing through the St. Clair-Superior neighborhood, curling around telephone poles and through chain link fence. I was seeing life transform abandoned homes at East 93rd and Kinsman, the scarred rooftop of John F. Kennedy High School, and the demolition sites in Slavic Village.
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By: Lydia Bailey
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