Memories of You || FundyWasTaken

A soft wind blew across the landscape, creating ocean-like waves in the grass and ruffling his hair, buffeting the folds of his clothes like sails. He stayed there, stock still, knelt down on the earth, gaze unwaveringly stuck to the shoddy headstone fashioned out of two wooden planks nailed into the shape of a cross. The dirt was still mounded slightly, grass not yet daring enough to overtake it and swallow it back down below as all things eventually were. As he one day be.

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I make the homeless Teletubby cry a little - reupload by myself from my ao3 account