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The Bag Lady

Mary saw it in a dream. A perfect scene, with all the elements she loved. It was only a dream, the same one every night, of a meeting. She would be sitting there by the tree, autumn leaves falling around her, cozy blanket to perch on and another for warmth.

Mary would wait there until the blackness rose above the sunset and the chill made her leave. An unrealized dream of every sunset, waiting for him to appear over the horizon and be with her once again.

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