COMN 2314 Chapter : Untitled.docx
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The ridge on which he stood, pointedly ignoring looking up into the sky, was slopped and slightly leaning to one side, the results of having been pushed and pulled at from all kinds of weather. It looked like home, smelt like home; the dense, moist soil sprouting the grass beneath his feet, the musty smell of rain as is spattered gently against his skin, and ran down the length of his cheeks and chin. Although that is what it is, he saw it differently. He could stand in it for days, and forget the notion of time. It was everything it could ever be, to him, and he always looked upon it as his saving grace. However, one thing always managed to disturb his sense and feeling of complete peace and happiness, and it was she and only she who always walked by the graveyard, and gave it a second glance.
