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Submitted to Contest #117
The rain drops slapped the water's edge to a rhythm no one could imitate. Sitting beneath the Tall Pine listening to the sweet music nearly sleeping though soaked to the bone, Jack was relaxed. His mother would kill him if she found out where he was. This pond, large and oval in shape, is said to be the graveyard of many men. Jack chuckled at that, as dark a joke that may seem he doesn't think that this place would be such a horrible place to die. On clear nights the stars reflect right back into the sky and no tree branch dares block th...
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