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Peace on Earth.
I love the solitude of walking in the park; it reminds me of you asking to play ball with me. Afterwards, we grew in love sitting on a bench talking of brilliant futures.
I am alone tonight since Old Joe with his terrier are in the hostel. He once said the park was his kingdom of peace on Earth.
I believe him.
The snow muffles sound, and the crunch of footsteps are reassuring as I retrace my memories.
It has been years, but I can feel you holding my arm and see the snow sink with your footsteps by mine.
James McEwan 
James, those kinds of memories can be blessings and curses both. I really love the world you created here. Magical.
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This is beautifully written, James.
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Sweet story.
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A wistful and touching story James, with a lovely ambience.
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So touching and relatable.
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Thanks, Magarisa
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So touching, James. Beautiful.
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And sometimes all that remains are our memories – we have to hold on to them tightly. A touching story. Well done, James
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I was intrigued trying to figure out who the memories were about. Was it a beloved dog? A child? A high-school sweetheart? At least he has his memories.
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Yes, giving the full story in 100 words is an art. I think I failed here. I had the the idea that he met the girl at the park when they were teenagers , got married.Later in life she died and now he walks the park with his memories and her ghost.
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Not a failure at all. In fact, I liked the way it could have gone in different directions. Depending on who is reading it. Be proud, James!
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Thanks – I expect it all depends on the readers grasp of the point of view.
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Thanks for reading and being entertained.
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Memories can be so powerful. Almost like reliving a moment.
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Oh a lovely retrospective piece! The footprints are a lovely image
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it seems like a homeless person ruminating about the past. sad story.
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A warm story about the best sort of memories, memories of those close to us.
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Some memories never fade. A lovely take on the picture James.
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So lovely.
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Thank you.
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I really liked this one, James. Such imagery. And heartache…
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thank you Sharon.
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I love this.
Great portrayal of love and loss and longing.
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Lovely wisttful melancholy atmosphere.
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Quite a wistful piece, nice one!
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Just beautiful, James. And all the more powerful for making us work out who the narrator is
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Thank you, Neil.
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