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seasons show it was absent till now. a castle was built once. the grass wouldn't accept him at all. the hill that she sat on. gave in as she carried the weight. please respond. the ghosts of the hill have said. they'll tell this story if she fails. it's easy to push away what we've become and destroy things we can't control. to burn away memories of better days. and destroy things we can't control. so the castle dug his roots in. his shadow grew taller. and night after night his words made the hill feel so small. the trees that gave her comfort were waylaid and scattered. the hill was paved and there she lay. a parking lot field. please respond. the fate of the thieves of the dead locked in graveyards. burns like the bridge that we crossed. now lay stranded. dead as the moon. as a sign. as a warning. fear broken down as a story we know. rain