It was inevitable
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[i]She discovered it four years ago.
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[i]It was where she took her break and listened to nature.
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[i]Seasons came and went.
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[i]She looked forward to the bench on the crest of forever.
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[i]Last winter she called me from her bench and told me a tree had fallen and nearly crushed her time machine.
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[i]A trip to her bench this Spring was eye opening. Time had not been kind to her bench. It still was strong enough for her to sit on and dream.
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The phone rang today. I could see it was my beautiful wife calling from her hike. I detected a little sadness in voice. She told to me to check my email and there was photo in there I should see.
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