She sits in her rocker. She looks for someone to come into the room. She waits. Hours pass and no one does. No one comes anymore. Her circle has shrunk to a dot. All are gone from her.
From her window she can see the place where she has lived nearly her entire life.
I really like your stories. Please send more. I miss the years I lived in Arroyo. They were good years and I have many good memories!
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