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Empty benches

Wintry sky on a snowless day. Crisp hush in the still woods. Bright fall hues faded to brown and gray. The crunch of two pairs of feet on a mottled carpet of dry leaves. A lone white gull, a speck against the dark barren trees across the slate colored river. The overlook empty of sightseers. Cold empty benches on a windy bluff high above the Susquehanna. Gazing on a forsaken vista.

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