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    The tree missed the children who used to play in its branches. It watched the tire swing slowly swing empty in the wind, hoping someday there would be children playing under its branches again. An amber droplet on a tree branch waited to fall until it captured something in its drop that could be discovered in the future so it would be remembered. A woman walking to her car after work had her keys protruding from her fist for defense, as her father had shown her, but wished for something stronger like mace as a mother bear approached her with cubs. A man found peace sitting in the sun away from his past harms, quietly listening to others pass by and smiling for the first time in

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    The tree missed the children who used to play in its branches. It watched the tire swing slowly swing empty in the wind, hoping someday there would be children playing under its branches again. An amber droplet on a tree branch waited to fall until it captured something in its drop that could be discovered in the future so it would be remembered. A woman walking to her car after work had her keys protruding from her fist for defense, as her father had shown her, but wished for something stronger like mace as a mother bear approached her with cubs. A man found peace sitting in the sun away from his past harms, quietly listening to others pass by and smiling for the first time in

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    The tree missed the children who used to play in its branches. It watched the tire swing slowly swing empty in the wind, hoping someday there would be children playing under its branches again. An amber droplet on a tree branch waited to fall until it captured something in its drop that could be discovered in the future so it would be remembered. A woman walking to her car after work had her keys protruding from her fist for defense, as her father had shown her, but wished for something stronger like mace as a mother bear approached her with cubs. A man found peace sitting in the sun away from his past harms, quietly listening to others pass by and smiling for the first time in

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    1. The tree missed the days the kids used to come by and play.

    It
    still wore the tire swing the kids had put up in its branches years
    ago although both the tire and the rope had seen better days. The
    tree had watched all the kids in the neighborhood grow up and
    leave, and it wondered if there would ever be a time when
    another child played and laughed again under its branches. That
    was the hope that the tree wished every day as the swing gently
    swung empty in the wind.

    2. The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and
    ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were
    satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet
    had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be
    remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into
    history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap
    and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered
    hundreds of years in the future.

    3. Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out
    from between her fingers. This was the weapon her father had
    shown her how to make when she walked alone to her car after
    work. She wished that she had something a little more potent
    than keys between her fingers. It would have been nice to have
    some mace or pepper spray. He had been meaning to buy some
    but had never gotten around to it. As the mother bear took
    another step forward with her cubs in tow, she knew her fist
    with keys wasn't going to be an adequate defense for this
    situation.

    4. Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm
    in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt
    at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the
    reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun
    beating down on face and he smiled. He smiled for the first time
    in as long as he could remember.
    5. Sometimes that's just the way it has to be. Sure, there were
    probably other options, but he didn't let them enter his mind. It
    was done and that was that. It was just the way it had to be.

    6. The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had dreamed of
    owning this car since he was ten, and that dream had become a
    reality less than a year ago. It was his baby and he spent hours
    caring for it, pampering it, and fondling over it. She knew this
    all too well, and that's exactly why she had taken a sludge
    hammer to it.

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