The Bench

The Bench

“Old bench at the edge of pond. Reflections are like ghostly hands reaching to touch you. What memories are carved in the olds slats of grainy wood, still holding together for one more person to sit and cling to the new host.

Come! Take a seat, you are invited to be next!”

Text and photograph © H.J. Ruiz

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