Two benches sat on a hill.
Neither bench knew of the other.
The fog crept up.
The sun went down.
The ravens crowed.
The horse neighed.
Still, those two benches sat.
Will those benches ever know the other?
That, no one knows.
The fog goes down.
The sun floats up.
The ravens crow.
The horse neighs.
And there those two benches sit.
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