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When my mother was young she lived in a place she called her forest. Every morning she would wake up to the sound of crunching from animals outside moving amongst the earths floor. She'd breath in the fresh crispness of early morning. When winter would surface she'd find herself following tracks in the snow. She said she wanted to discover what those around her were feeling. By seeing their destination she'd find her own. One day in specific she found a grave. The grave was marked with her name. My mother was not an easily spooked person. Her curiosity was uncontrollable so she dug up the grave. Beneath it was a box. Not a coffin as she suspected. In the box was a rock that had written on it "Throw me". She didn't read into the message much and took the rock and threw it as hard as she could. Immediately after she headed home. After several weeks she found the rock again...
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