![]() ![]() He lowers his head, offering a silent prayer, or perhaps thoughts, before leaving something of his own. ![]() ![]() He takes in the sight: flowers, lack of tombstone - it is too recent a passing - and the wooden plate with engraving that serves as it for now. Yet soon, he finds a trail, and picks up the pace, moving with purpose to end up in front of one of the most recent graves. It is as if he is looking for someone, but, being unfamiliar with this particular cemetery, he is momentarily lost. He moves with less purpose than usually seen. All the same, he leaves it open, though whether it is out of fear of the grating sound or out of negligence is unclear. Miraculously, no metal whine occurs as he does so. A man, nondescript, wearing sunglasses that were popular several summers ago, but were more likely picked up after that fact, opens a gate that has seen better days. Scene: a fairly average cemetery, basking in the last rays of the mid-autumn sun, 70 F and not a cloud in the sky. ![]()
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