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A Forgotten Promise

A Forgotten Promise

What are loud? The banging music from next doors’  party, a baby’s echoing cry and excited children playing on a playground.

What are quiet? The deafening silence in libraries, a dark Tuesday night when the streets are still asleep and a sleepy Sunday Morning.

What are empty? A jaded heart shattered into a thousand pieces, a forgotten promise and a lonely, unoccupied tunnel slide at a park.

What are full? A stomach after a delicious Sunday dinner, a heart bursting with passion and a mind overflowing with ideas.

What are frail? The trust between friends, a transparent, delicate wine glass and a pottery production displayed in windows.

What are strong? An unbreakable bond to loved ones, shiny, heavy steel and police officers fighting crime.

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