A gentle breeze brought some more flowers, floating in the air, slowly landed on the sidewalks. He carefully avoided stepping on them. The old dry flowers seemed questioning, interrupted his steps.
He knew it, they might look for her, miss her alongside him. He continued walking slowly, with a walking stick instead of her hand.
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