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Submitted to Contest #291
I loved the cemetery. It was quiet and tranquil. It was the only place I could get a break from the vulnerable people in our town. People, places, voices- I loathed it. However much I tried to get the thought out of my head, Death passed right over our shoulders everyday, was at the end of our streets; people underestimated how close he was. He was everywhere. I witnessed Death everyday. I knew where he was hiding. But a cemetery was already dead. The cemetery was desolate and silent- the hush almost expectant. Autumn’s orange fingers touch...
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