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Submitted to Contest #298
I think it was Saturday. A beautiful woman was visiting the graveyard. It was a sad and gloomy day. Everything was covered in mist—as if the world itself had taken a bath in it. The kind of day where even animals hide... but for some reason, humans... they still loved it. Sometimes I wonder, are we twisted for that? Or blessed to be able to see beauty in something considered cursed and spiteful? I used to love the rain... it made me feel at peace... I looked at this lovely woman again—she left "forget-me nots" at the grave. I loved their sme...
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