It was autumn now.
In the middle of one of their 'conversations' she got up and walked into the middle of the clearing.
He started to draw her again.
She took some more photos.
Before he left, he left a note on the bench with a drawing of her attached.
'A nice girl in a nice park on a nice day.. Isn't that nice?'
He laughed to himself and headed home.
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RomancePeter saw her at the park everyday. He didn't know her name, where she came from, what music she listened to everyday. But he felt like he knew her his whole life.
