I swing my legs, perched on a tree. I watch down below at those draped in black, breathing smoke deep in my lungs. I often come to watch. This particular tree is high, but I wouldn’t be worried even if it had been the smaller crab apple on the other side of the [...]
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Gravedigger
Posted in Fiction on March 13, 2008 | 6 Comments »
