Sweeping Movements

The bench was warm from the summer sun, the heat caressing me even through my skirt. I was sitting all alone while the life in the park went on. Children sat on swings pumping their tiny legs, mothers talked in tight little circles and kites were overpowering the sky.

But it was all silent. All of it. For two years it had been.

For a contest. It's In the Body Language.

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