Just as before we went out early in the morning, father and son, to the nearby field where our mighty oak rested upon the hill. The swing was still there. I sat down, you started pushing. I swung as the sun rose over the horizon.
I would ask you to stay.
But there was never anyone pushing. There was never anyone there.
You left so long ago.
You're fading away.
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