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The Bench... ðđ... ... â
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The Bench... ðđ... ... â It's not at , what spring should have looked like. A blinding snow squall greeted him as he stepped off the city bus and onto the paved trail of that park. It was blustery and cold. He shielded his eyes, as he peered into the whiteness - seeking his bench. Hordes of tiny ice crystals swirled and stung his face like crushed shards of glass. He drew his woollen tuque over tufts of gray hair and down over his ears. Hunkering his shoulders, he slowly trudged along that snowy path while quickly, filling his pockets with his freezing hands ; he'd forgotten his gloves on the kitchen table. When he finally arrived, he was surprised to find someone - already sitting there - on HIS bench. It was a woman, perhaps his age ; she was bundled . He brushed away the snow, sat down and began blowing long... warm breaths into his cupped hands ; then, turned and nodded to her. She nodded back (acknowledging his plight) and gazed ahead. Neither of them spoke as they sat. Swirling snow, blew between and around them - to confirm their silence. In the distance, they could hear the dull rumble of city traffic. An erie wail of police sirens echoed as wind whistled between leafless trees... and filled the chorus. They both watched, as a car sped it's way along that icy road in front of them. It passed a large, old maple tree then swerved its way around the bend and disappeared... down the hill. Minutes passed. As if choreographed, they both stood up - at the same time. He turned towards her hesitantly, while stating the obvious ; "Miserable weather, isn't it?" "It's our typical spring," she chimed, then pointed with a mitted hand ; "There's a cafÃĐ down that road. Would you like to join me, for a coffee? I could use one. Looks like you sure could," she smiled. He wasn't sure, if she was smiling under her scarf, but he took a chance, smiled back and agreed; "You're right about that. I'd love one."  Before long, they'd found 'their' bench and sat down. She leaned her head against his shoulder as he pulled her close and shielded her from the blowing wind. Tears... had welled up in her eyes as she looked up into his. She exhaled - as if to clear her head - then sighed and choked back a sob. He tenderly kissed her lips as tears spilled down his cheeks. One year ago, they'd accidentally met on that bench and fallen in love. Happiness, had been a rare companion in their lives, yet one year later - they'd managed to salvage a part of their broken hearts and sooth fissured dreams. Fourteen years ago - on this day - she'd lost her young and he, his . They died on that road, right there ; just up by that large, old maple tree. Their cars... had collided. Tears blinded them both, as they hugged each other. The wind had stopped. Only the sound of snowflakes, gently falling, filled the air around that park bench. They held each other as tightly as they could - afraid to let go. ..........................................  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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I imagine... every park bench, has a tale to share. ðđðķ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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This story was born out of the weather, we're having at this time of year. You know ; one minute bright and sunny and warm and the next, cold and wintery and desolate. It fits my mood - perfectly. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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What a beautiful story, it brought tears to my eyes. So wonderful that they found each other and they fell in love. Yet so sad they lost their children on that road. Thank you for this heartfelt story this morning, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Very intriguing story...
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I imagine... every park bench, has a tale to share. ðđðķ so many stories indeed . . . "well only get through this if we work together. if we dont, none of us will"
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3/12/2020 10:48 am |
Great post, made my eyes a little moist....... Thanks!
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Thank you for sharing; it is a good read.
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Damn if the weather in March doesn't mirror our lives, cold and dreary and unforgiving one day, and clear and sunny with the promises of good things to come the next.
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Good writing, Paul! Bear with that wintry weather, spring is coming...  
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Poignant. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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There are so many types of losses. But there's nothing as deep and painful as the loss of a family member, especially a child. As we age, we start to experience more and more losses. It never gets easier but somehow we find a way to 'get through it'. And if we are lucky, there is someone who can help ease our pain. Or perhaps, someone new may enter our lives, but it will never happen if we aren't open to it. Thank you for sharing this beautifully written story. It restores the faith.
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What a beautiful story, it brought tears to my eyes. So wonderful that they found each other and they fell in love. Yet so sad they lost their children on that road. Thank you for this heartfelt story this morning, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Very intriguing story... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I'll be funnier next time! ððđ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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that must be so true. so many stories indeed . . . ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Great post, made my eyes a little moist....... Thanks! Pop in any time. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Thank you for sharing; it is a good read. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Damn if the weather in March doesn't mirror our lives, cold and dreary and unforgiving one day, and clear and sunny with the promises of good things to come the next. You're right! It IS like our lives . ðŪððđ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Good writing, Paul! Bear with that wintry weather, spring is coming... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Poignant. Actually... I like a lot of words. ððđâ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hey... ðððđð·ð· All's well? ðĪ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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There are so many types of losses. But there's nothing as deep and painful as the loss of a family member, especially a child. As we age, we start to experience more and more losses. It never gets easier but somehow we find a way to 'get through it'. And if we are lucky, there is someone who can help ease our pain. Or perhaps, someone new may enter our lives, but it will never happen if we aren't open to it. Thank you for sharing this beautifully written story. It restores the faith. It's always more fun to walk a path, when you're holding someone's hand, isn't it? ðĪ ðđâð·ð·ð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I loved it. This one could also become a novel with the reveal coming much later. Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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Very well written....tugs at that good place in us that is hard to find some days....makes one appreciate each day as a gift to relish and indulge in since it may be our last.....and oozes renewal in an unexpected unrealistic way but ties together the depth and awakening of new beginnings with spring emerging and winter fading.
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I loved it. This one could also become a novel with the reveal coming much later. Thanks for popping in. ð ðđð·ð· ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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