As she rode the lawnmower in the twilight under the mimosa trees in the backyard of her childhood home, she was vaguely reminiscing about her summers in this same yard when she was a child and she drove happily along. As she turned the corner and faced the old blue pickup truck she felt a presence watching her. Without hearing a voice or seeing a face, she knew who it was.
She continued driving, trying to beat the darkness, and her mind turned from happy memories to past regrets.
"I miss you," she thought, "I'm sorry for all the time I could have spent with you but didn't. I wish you were still here."
The presence faded and she vaguely wondered if it had gone to visit the house next door.
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