#Inktober2020writersedition
There’s nothing quite like the smell of fresh-cut grass, the fleeting scent of dying roses, and grief. As I strolled past the rows of graves, I observed more people flock to a new gravestone like crows. What they didn’t know is that the grave was empty. They all are empty.
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