Challenge
Craft a story in as few words as you can.
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For Memory
The rain falls on where you used to sit.
Your filled cup, now empty.
My hand, wrinkled,
one for every memory,
holds a love note.
30 years old.
The rain falls on where you used to sit.
Your filled cup, now empty.
My hand, wrinkled,
one for every memory,
holds a love note.
30 years old.