A Lonley Bench

As I ran up into the mountains a glorious sun shone down upon me and I ran as far and as fast as my feet would take me. Atop the mountain a lonely bench solemnly watched over the valley below, and for a moment I sought residence to rest. Not a sound could be heard but for the whisper of the leaves falling from the wine groves far away and the travelling wind rolling across the grassy valley below. It was a moment in time that I wish could have lasted forever.

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