Grey clouds cover the city in a shroud, as if the sky is in mourning. As well it should be, if the lone figure standing in the middle of a darkening cemetery has anything to say about it. Disregarding the now falling snow, he lays a gloved hand on a dark grey stone, the other reaching up to remove a weathered hat from his head. White flakes fall on
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Absolutely stunning.
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but so beautiful n deep =)
something that can touch the readers trough their soul! (OMG what's imma talkin about*knocks head)
i like your wrirng style,btw!
good job!^^
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And thank you! It's taken years to develop. ^_^
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