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A Blast from the past  

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A Blast from the past It was a dark eerie day exactly two weeks after the burial and I was aimlessly wandering up a winding, wet mossy path holding nothing but a bunch of chrisanthemums to put by the graves of the one's I love. It felt as though I was the only being walking the earth mourning as well as yearning for the lost one's; All of a sudden a feeling of anxiety came over me but it was'nt a bad feeling it was one that seemed to set me free as if I was waiting for something. While I was walking up the winding lonely path I looked up and saw a tall familuar figure standing at the side of the graves holding flowers. I ran fearlessly towards the graves to protect them, as I quote from the paper ''Local yobs vandalise headstones!!!'' but then the misterious figure moved...

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