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Granite Vigorously wiping off the dead grass and dandelion petals from the rock the girls hand brushed a jagged edge roughly As she quickly drew her hand away for examination she saw what her hand had lain upon The right upper corner of the babys headstone was broken off She took a moment to contemplate her blood expanding into the crevices and gullies of the edges gap She scanned the knoll ahead and around it and spotted the chunk She walked over and picked it up her knuckles getting whiter every second as she clutched the severed edge firmer and firmer Then she spotted the culprit An old rusted mower and a tactless overweight nimrod with gray hair crowning it With a shot of adrenaline she hurled the stone edge after the tractor Had this man no respect for the souls he so violently cut over The stone dropped ten feet short and the man was oblivious to it The girl innocent and full of rage dropped to her knees at her deceased brothers headstone The only way shell ever see him Only one tear fell the whole night though She wasnt as mad as she was blown away at the whole idea that even though he was her older sibling hed always be preserved in time like the granite above him as a four-day-old infant She considered this while shifting her vision to the huge slab of white stone near the left road This was the childrens saint with most of the children buried around it When her family came to the grave when she was in grade school she used to love to climb on the smooth stone and hear the sparrows in their tiny trees dotting the plateau of the dead She shook this thought off with a cold shiver as the first droplets of a new rain fell tumbling on her jersey Her eyes showed she was inattentive to it while
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