Once, someone was always around. Solitude was a pipe dream and the quiet was an intimate fantasy.
Yet time passed and the saplings that once bordered the property line had long grown into robust and overgrown oak trees. It was only the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the leaves that kept her company. The alone she craved as a child and young mother haunted her as a lonely, often forgotten, old widow.
The word for this flash is AROUND with a word limit of 75. This flash comes in at exactly 75.
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