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An Empty Swing

The saddest thing in the world, is seeing an empty swing. The swing that once held a small child giggling, laughing, swaying in the breeze. The swing that once held an elderly couple smiling and holding hands, thinking back and reflecting on things that might have been. The saddest thing in the world is seeng an empyty swing. The swing that once held a mother and child, reading stories and telling dreams. The swing that once held a boy and his frog, or a girl and her dog. The saddest thing in the world is seeing an empty swing. Holding all the memories of what used to be.

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