Whenever I see an old bench, I wonder how many people have sat there. Deep conversations between lovers, a mother and daughter, father and daughter. Father and son, mother and son, mother and father kindling their relationship, a beautiful new creation.
People ending their creation, moving on.
Siblings reminiscing about their past and the universe.
Even someone like me, sitting alone. Feeling the presence of it all. 🌞
I often think about this with old buildings, sidewalks..and wish I could see a time lapse of their laughs from the belly, or witnessing someone’s sadness and going over to talk with them, making their day brighter..🌸
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