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I kept walking, each step more painful than the last. But there it was, the meeting place. Trees had lined this road, once upon a time, but not anymore, not the sort of thing likely to be seen in this place anymore. Now, just a remnant of a generation gone, the sad reminder of all I had lost in these lands.


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  1. Barbara R Hastings #
    January 7, 2019

    love the photo and what you wrote

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