Today is day twenty-one of the
30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June! This Drabble-fest is now old enough to buy me a drink. Well, ok, that's years, not days, but whateva whateva I do what I want.
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Kurt kneels down, his legs cushioned by a thick carpet of grass, and smiles sadly. It is late spring and the sun beats down on his back, illuminating the world with a golden glow. The rays cast forward to highlight the words carved in front of him.
Kerry Ellie HummelThe words are etched in stone and softly curved; beautiful in a way that makes Kurt’s heart ache ( ... )
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This was a sweet and sad fic today.
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