She was always wondering about Love, as she strolled through the meadow that day. Why was it always so cruel? She did not know or understand.
She was getting close to the down town and it was getting dark and the trains were running she realized. A street car, wonderfully modeled, shot off the tracks racing through intersections; it was wheeling out into the forest and back into town. Was love on the streetcar? Was he there?
She was finally on Oak Street and it was real dark by now, you could hear the whispering fall of individual pine needles as they dropped in the woods.


And unkind you are



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Thank you for sharing this so I could be led to more of your beautiful, powerful and heartfelt writing. Your feelings pour onto the page like a tranquil waterfall.
Hope you have a restful weekend. Thinking of you. hugs, Maria
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