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The ghost on the bench sighed. Of course, no one heard. She gazed at her tombstone, where the chiseled words had worn off and the stone tipped to one side.
Her eyes wandered to her beloved garden, and in memory she saw it as it had been two hundred years before. Clean, full of color and joy, scenting the air three seasons of the year and resting in the winter.
No one tended it now. All that remained were brittle branches and weed-choked walkways.
Rising from the bench, she floated above her tombstone, dissolving into nothing.
Just Writing! 
What a sadly beautiful tale. Would that we could see that old garden and her in all their glory.
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Perhaps it’s time for her to move on. Nicely done.
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Sad and melancholy, but wonderfully atmospheric.
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You understand me so well 🙂
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Great story. Reminds me of ..”you can’t go home again” …things change, some for the better and some for the worse, but never the same as you remember it. Sad for the one looking back in this story, but time for them to move on and just keep their last memories.
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A sad state of being more everlasting than her memory…
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Enough to put me off my midnight walks by the local graveyard🙂
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🙂
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Dear Linda,
Time to go to the Light I think. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I should think 200 years of watching her garden fall to ruin is long enough. Time to move to the next phase
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A sad tale, nicely told.
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I love the description. It feels as if I’m actually seeing it. “scenting the air three seasons of the year and resting in the winter.”- a lovely line.
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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My pleasure!
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Wonderful, the link between the past and the present!
Also the last line about dissolving is such an epitaph on human beings as a whole!💐
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautifully written.
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Her sadness to see her garden untended feels as real as her longing for what once was. The sigh says so much…
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Yes. The sigh. So much encapsulated in a sigh.
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What a sad ghost. It’s time she moved on.
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She needs a prettier place to haunt!
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Oh, I like it! @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Thanks, Sheila 🙂
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My pleasure. I Always enjoy reading your posts and marvel at your ability to write every day.
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It’s become a compulsion. Some people might think I’m a little OCD about it 🙂
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LOL!
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