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A Little Drabble: Watching the Leaves Fall

He missed her so but knew they would be together again soon.

The spot on the hill, just under the great oak tree was where they had always loved to sit. The trek up from the village was part of the fun and often they would get some fresh bread, cheese and fruit to enjoy a picnic.

But, in the autumn, they loved just to sit under the tree and watch the leaves fall.

The group would have her ready within the hour. He would take her here first.

Different body.

Same soul.

Same passion for watching the leaves fall.

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