“Is this yours?” asked Christie as she came strolling through the trail.
The old woman smiled at her. “Why yes. It’s a sculpture of my two twins. They left home years ago.”
“Is it lonely, living out here by yourself? Living in the middle of the forest…”
“No, it’s not lonely. I mean, sometimes it is, but I get by.”
“Well, I admire you. I could never do this, living out in the middle of nowhere like this,” said Christie.
“Oh, it’s not so bad. Occasionally, hikers like yourself come through. I’m not lonely.”
Christie looked back on the trail. She still wasn’t sure…
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