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Finish The Story.

Published by Aerek_Of_Augustine in the blog Aerek_Of_Augustine's blog. Views: 137

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Most evenings, she would watch him from her bedroom window. In the back of his yard playing with his hound, ignoring the patch of dead grass that slowly formed under the low hanging branches of the willow tree.

She often prayed that he would notice the copper fingers sticking up from the brittle ground and still these prayers fell on deaf ears.
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