A single tear escaped her eyes and just as quick, a soft breeze emerged through the trees. Fall had truly come and with it, another thing to cross off the list. Anne held her camera up as she sat on the bridge, the bike path beneath her, and made sure she could get the fall colors of the trees behind her. Her auburn hair blew slightly and her hazel eyes held the sadness of the person she was missing deeply. She knew she would never look at the picture; it would just stay on the memory card until she could finally look at them. When the time was right, and she missed him the most, that was what he had said over and over. He told her not to cry, hold on to memories, they could live there forever. If that was true, then why couldn’t he…
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