Sunday, November 13, 2022
Sunday, November 13, 2022
He sits at the edge of the field upon the small wall that marks the place where once a house stood. He watches the tall grass sway in the breeze, dancing to the sounds of the nearby woods. A small road is barely visible from where he sits and observes time pass in the sights and sounds of his favorite spot to come and sit.
Streaks of white clouds against the blue sky. Birds making songs in trees close by. A small creek ran through the woods and passed close to the place where once murder and mystery gathered in a house now long since razed...
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