Wait

The park is covered with fallen leaves. Her bench wet and cold, she sits and prays. A cold breeze swirls her hair. She waits

Ensayos

 

 

Dreamt a new city. Only parks and roads, nothing else. Her bench sitting proud at the top of the hill. Autumn yellow light flickers, a dog barks, she sits to read and nothing will ever bother her again.

 

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