The park sits in a gentle lull of the afternoon. The sun filters through the trees, scattering light across the empty benches. A few people wander by, their voices faint and passing. She chooses a quiet corner facing the lake, the kind of spot where thoughts can settle if you give them space. The wood beneath her is cool, the breeze slides past her shou…
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