The Flowers on Their Graves
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The short stories of the also short lives of animals as they deal with the threat we walk by every single day without noticing much.
A hunter.
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A hunter has been tasked with eradicating most of the large animal population in a forest to make room for woodcutters to cut it down.
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IMAGE CREDITS:
Purple flower background; Stock photo from pexels.com
Deer; cladisal's tumblr page
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