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Created on: January 04, 2009 Last Updated: November 08, 2009
Sitting on a Park Bench in Germany
Sitting on a wood park bench on a hill side overlooking a small German village in a
valley; a person can see many sites that make you think you are in a wonderland.
Overlooking the valley and small village; there is a church sitting on the hillside. The
church can be seen from anywhere in the small village; with it's high tower with a clock
on it to remind the people when it's time to go to school, work, and church; with the
church bells ringing every hour.
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From the park bench on the hillside; a person can see the playground near the village
school located in the middle of the valley. In the playground there are many children
playing together; thinking of nothing but games and friendship.
While sitting on the wood park bench; a farmer driving his tractor through the village
in the valley is observed on his way to the local market with his load of potatoes.
Midway up the hill side near the church; a pair of deer can be seen grazing in the
grass; as if nothing could frighten them away.
As one person walks down the street; he or she can expect to be greeted many times
by other citizens of the village. This is just a few of the things observed while sitting on
the park bench overlooking the village in the valley.
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