There's a man who sits on a bench that stands between the lake and meadow. He is wearing a woolen coat this winter. He is wearing a quite old scarf in which the yarn is slowly falling out. He is wearing knitted hat. He is wearing a lovely smile as he rubs his hands together in hope to make the cold disappear for a moment. He is wearing a regular denim jeans and fuzzy boots. There's a man who sits on a bench that is wearing regular jeans, a woolen coat, a scarf that's quite old, and a knitted hat.
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The Lake and The Meadow
Short StoryThere is a man in a park in the neighborhood I live in. He is a fascinating human. My love of writing and photographer has gotten me in this mess. To observe and watch all of his actions and the park itself. The mystery of why he sits there still st...