The Fresh earth and a park full of old men playing chess

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Arm in arm we stroll past an old woman playing with her granddaughter. I soak it all up knowing this is most likely my last day here. I am moving away forever. Well not forever, but things aren't going to be the same, this place isn't going to be the same place if I do come back.
My god brother turns to me and laughs at some joke we have for just us together. I know I wont see him for a year at the very least. I try not to think of that and question why I am leaving.
Again.

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