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Once upon a time there was an eyesore. A wasteland of exceeding desolation. Passersby would shake their heads and look away. The eyesore grew. The homeowners looked upon the eyesore, and muttered among themselves. Years passed. At times there would be talk about a remedy for the eyesore. But nothing ever came of it. More time passed. Then one day, the heavens opened up, and a catalyst arrived, in the form of machinery. An earth mover.

The machine roared to life, and Project Median was born. The machine moved the earth, this way and that. Then the machine went away. But the eyesore remained. It was time for action. A design emerged. Some green. Some color. Some contour. Some function. The ideas whirred around until they took hold. Scouting missions ensued. Trees and shrubs appeared. A sunny day arrived.

The homeowners converged upon the median, with rakes and shovels in hand. Side by side, the neighborhood got to the business of working together to make the world a better place. And lo, they did. At the end of the day, a thing of beauty emerged.

The neighborhood looked upon the fruits of their labor and saw that it was good. The homeowners bid one another good night, and smiled among themselves, basking in the warmth of camaraderie and contentment.