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Tiny-Fiction_Love-Gone
I came across the scene, petals strewn on the ground, and I could feel the artifact of sadness still lingering. With each petal they had plucked from the rose, someone had conjured up a memory of the person now gone. I sat on the bench and the spirit of a love gone sat too, until it was time for him to go.

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