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The afternoon slips away nonchalantly, the sun rays growing lazy and here she is, standing under a cherry tree, the same tree witness of her childhood dreams.
It seems a lifetime since she last saw it. She caresses its old bark tenderly, her hand slowly moving up and down. She enlaces it like an old friend. It feels good.
Her eyes closed, she reminisces upon her past. Her life, for what it is, is all she has.
Nay, she wouldn't turn the pages back. Rather, she looks forward to reading the end of her story, here, under her cherry tree.

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    Neville Hunt about 7 years ago

    Never look back unless it helps you look forward. Very nicely written, evoking memories of my own. Lovely drabble.

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    Michael D. Brooks about 7 years ago

    A very poignant piece.

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    Frenchie about 7 years ago

    Thank you :)

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