There is a trail that goes through the graveyard almost to the woods where there are some tombstones that seem that nobody wants to care for. I wonder why so one night I decide to go and see who is buried there on that edge of the property. The wind is picking up, and the clouds are getting thicker and the sky it seems is getting darker as each minute passes. There's a noise that was not an owl or some sort of growl. Not sure. There it was again still not sure what it is. Fog is settling in....
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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