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  1. Late one evening. I found her there…watching…waiting..as though she was expecting me. I stood, mesmerized by her imposing presence, her majestic stature, her ornate woodwork as jewels hanging from her. I was drawn in by a sense of yearning to know more and upon approaching through knee-deep weeds and vines, I felt as though I was walking back in time. I tripped over an old rusty tricycle and I noticed it had the same little horn on it as I had as a child. I sensed a certain familiarity. Suddenly, I was overcome by the most fragrant honeysuckle vine that had taken over the chimney at the side of the house. Night was approaching as a gentle wind blew and softly rocked the two lone rockers on the porch as if the lovely old lady in disarray and fading beauty was beckoning me to stay . I was to return many times thereafter.

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