Once a place of laughs and stories, and, perhaps, of a timid first time kiss, the bench is now in full neglect. The kids grew up and flew away long time ago. The aging parents watch more TV than tend the garden. The grandfolks died…
It's quiet now around the bench. And only children's laughs got tangled in the branches of age-old trees, the silver bells of time, but no one's left to listen.
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