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We sit on the bench, just inches from each other, but we couldn’t be farther apart. Life has been good, so why didn’t we become closer as we aged? Would the right words dissolve this wall between us? It might as well be made of stone.
Randy Pulley
Adrienne Beaumont
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I love this scene you’ve set. Great story.
I’m Australian. I love to travel and write about my adventures.I write about my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experiences.
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