There is a distinct sense of déjà vu about the place. Have I been here before?
The asymmetry of the benches, the contrast of the age-ing haystacks against the tall and slender green beauties around speak of a certain conflict, a dichotomy which has held me in abeyance for long.
Is the memory important? Or is it getting entangled with many more, twisting it out of shape, giving it a different form? Do I need to review plans?
The needle in the haystack is all the more difficult to find, when I am a spirit floating high above the scene.
Sunday Photo Fiction – March 31, 2019
Creative Experiments and More 
I believe if there was a needle in a haystack that needed a word written about it, you would find it and do it immediate justice! Wonderful take on the prompt, Reena!
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Thanks, Violet!
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Story beautifully weaved.
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Thank you, Rajashree!
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Well written.
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Thanks so much!
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the place looks very peaceful and serene
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Yes, but conceals contradictions.
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