Rebecca Phelps is standing alone in the center of a room filled with colorful mats, oversized balls, and places where children can climb, balance on a beam, bounce to their hearts’ content, or seemingly glide through the air. It is a space bursting with bright hues that beckon the imagination.
It is quiet here today. It has been quiet here for nearly a year.
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