For Nette Onclaud''s MUSINGS ON A BENCH Contest/ March 2026
Frigid wind buffets the park’s lonesome bench. It stoically endures as always and wonders if anyone will venture into its empty world this afternoon. As it thinks of bustling, summer days, while longing for sunshine’s steady warmth and a view of laughing, playing children, snow silently falls; no one comes today.
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