She came here now to rest and to be alone with her thoughts. It was a quiet place in the sun and the green of the tended lawn comforted her. She craved the feeling of sun on her face, knowing that too soon it would be winter and the warmth would be gone. He had been dead now for almost a dozen years. For a long time she felt nothing at all; just passed from one day to the next without thinking about him or their life together. But, recently, she had begun to feel his presence. She could sense a nearness and feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. At first it frightened her a bit. She thought that it was maybe the result of something going wrong inside of her; a stroke maybe. Yes, maybe a small explosion in her brain. But, now, she felt otherwise. She liked to come here and be still and let the feeling of his closeness comfort her, the way it did so long ago. It made her feel. Feel what? Feel what it is like to be with someone who loves you, she decided. It made her remember what it was like to be with him and to communicate without talking, the way that people used to one another did. And that feeling here, while sitting on the bench in the sun, felt good.

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