The little park.
Hardly a park.
A few tables and some chairs.
Some metal sculptures.
No trees or bushes.
Some cobblestones.
Right next to the tiny art studio that used to be a church.
The photo was taken there.
Taken on a hot day with a tie and a dress shirt.
The photo used for the firm website.
The photo was used for the memorial.
He was 54.
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Author:
scottkiloran (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About a friend who died of a sudden illness at 54.
- Category: Reflection
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Beautiful write ! I like it a lot.
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