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Long ago in a small village surrounded by mountains there lived a young couple who loved each other more than words could ever explain Every evening they would meet by the old stone bridge where the river carried their promises far into the distance. But one winter morning the boy was called away to war.Before he left he promised her that he would return when the first spring flowers appeared. She waited. Spring came.Then summer. Then autumn.Years passed but she returned to the same bridge every evening carrying the scarf he had left behind. One cold night an old traveler finally came to the village and told her the truth. He had seen the boy on the battlefield many years ago His last words had been a message for her: Tell her I looked for the old bridge every night in my dreams. She never married anyone else. And people say that when the mist grows heavy over the river you can still see two shadows standing on opposite sides of the bridge reaching their hands toward each other but never quite able to touch.