Keep Digging I caressed the rocks as if I were stroking a baby’s head-- unwilling, fearful of evoking its cries. Even brushing the surface made me cringe. I closed my eyes, unwilling to uncover these ancient bones buried deep underground for eons. Investigating the remains of an animal, the truth behind its death, and whether it was a tragedy or deserved. - Sappy
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