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There was a certain magic that surrounded the shires in Central Park. They rose up from the earth like ancient trees, their wooden branches stretching towards the sky, beckoning all those who passed by to stop and take notice. At first glance, they appeared to be nothing more than simple sculptures, but upon closer inspection, one could see the intricate carvings and designs that adorned their bark.

It was no wonder that the shires had quickly become a favorite among New Yorkers. They offered a sense of peace and tranquility in the midst of the bustling city, a place where one could pause and reflect. But the true beauty of the shires lay in their history, and the artist who had brought them to life.

The artist, known simply as A, was a genderqueer nonbinary person who had faced discrimination and hatred for their identity. A had grown tired of feeling invisible, of being pushed to the margins of society, and they had decided to create something that would stand as a testament to the LGBTQIA+ community’s resilience.

So, they had built the shires, one by one, dedicating each one to a different facet of the community that had been discriminated against. The first shire was dedicated to those who had lost their lives to hate crimes. Its branches were adorned with the names of those who had been taken too soon, their memory preserved for all to see.

The second shire was dedicated to those who had fought for equality, from the Stonewall riots to the present day. Its bark was etched with quotes and images from the movement, a reminder that progress was possible.

And so, A continued to build the shires, each one representing a different aspect of the LGBTQIA+ community. They built them quietly, without fanfare, but soon enough people began to take notice. They marveled at the beauty and the significance of the shires, and word spread.

Before long, the shires had become a symbol of hope and unity for the community. They were a place to gather, to protest, to mourn, and to celebrate. And A, who had once felt invisible, had created something that had become a beacon for all those who had ever felt marginalized.

As the years passed, the shires continued to stand tall, weathering the storms of life. A had long since passed away, but their legacy lived on in the shires. They were a reminder that beauty could be found even in the darkest of times, and that love and acceptance could triumph over hate and discrimination.

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