Somehow this picture I took while on a walk refuses to leave me. There’s something about a lonely bench by a left strewn path that inspires something unspeakably sad. Like an unshed tear that stays behind to weigh your heart. Like it has so many tales to tell you if only you would stop to listen… Like it beckons you to rest a while and unburden your heart and leave behind your aches to the wind like the scattered leaves… Read the rest of this entry
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