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The cemetery was nearly five miles from the nearest road and eighty years since the last person had been buried there. Jayne discovered it by accident and used it as a place to escape his troubles and write. Many days fighting his way back to civilization in the dark.
Jayne had only brought one person here and she was no longer in his life. He took a seat and pulled the backpack close glancing up at the old statue. He saw the tears on the stone resembling his own; the angel knew why the young man had come today.
Steven Paul Watson, Author 
Wow. I love the story that I can build in my fantasy around your words.
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Brittle and beautiful. So glad to see an entry from you! You always put such pathos into your writing.
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