Shadows of a Seat.
The seat resides there, untouched by the winds of time.
A shadow of a man sits there, contemplating his history.
His life, his death. His sorrow, his happiness.
Memories envelop him, taking him to a place that history forgot.
He flashes a rare smile, sad as it was.
Nobody cares.
Nobody remembers.
Nobody knows. Except him.
A ghost of a good man.
A ghost of time.
A ghost of a world forgotten.
Who knows?
Tom
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