The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he was twenty eight years ago. Year by year they look more alike. His old parents come almost daily to sit on a bench and look at him. And every night the memory in the garden hums like a little motor. During the day you can`t hear it.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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