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A Walk In The Park

This old wood bench feels splintered as does the old gentleman beside me. Strong enough to hold us both however in our conversation as afternoon fades. Cannot turn away from the kindness in his eyes as I gently stroke his craggy face. I crush a handful of fragrant flowers and offer them to my sweet grandfather. written by Deb Wilson for Sense Of Touch contest 9/1/2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/8/2015 9:11:00 AM
Deb, Congrats on your sense of touch win. **SKAT**
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Date: 9/7/2015 9:11:00 PM
this is the sweetest one on the winners' list Wow. REally nice!!! congrats for your win.
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Date: 9/6/2015 7:58:00 PM
Beautiful write, Deb, congratulations on your win a 7! Hugs Eve
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Date: 9/6/2015 12:29:00 PM
so well put together with a beautiful twist in the end... .thanks for joining my contest and big congrats, deb!
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Date: 9/6/2015 8:00:00 AM
Wonderful work Deb n lovely concluding thought! Congrats on big win!
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Date: 9/1/2015 7:45:00 AM
Excellent....
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Date: 9/1/2015 4:26:00 AM
A lovely poem. I can see such a beautiful picture in the words you have penned.
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