The Old Bench

Taken by Sophia Avery

Whenever I see an old bench, I wonder how many people have sat there. Deep conversations between lovers, a mother and daughter, father and daughter. Father and son, mother and son, mother and father kindling their relationship, a beautiful new creation.
People ending their creation, moving on.
Siblings reminiscing about their past and the universe.

Even someone like me, sitting alone. Feeling the presence of it all. 🌞

I often think about this with old buildings, sidewalks..and wish I could see a time lapse of their laughs from the belly, or witnessing someone’s sadness and going over to talk with them, making their day brighter..🌸

~ moonlightladybug

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