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The lone figure trudged up the sloping hill, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a punch. His hair glistened with sweat and grease, every feature sagged with grief and weariness he wore a long dark coat, no shoes. The wet grass shivered around his feet, and bowed in wide circles where he stepped. The man disappeared over the hill, the crickets, previously startled into silence, resumed their drone. The grass straightened, and the moon reappeared from behind the clouds.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
bathos
The lone figure trudged up the sloping hill, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a punch. His hair glistened with sweat and grease, every feature sagged with grief and weariness he wore a long dark coat, no shoes. The wet grass shivered around his feet, and bowed in wide circles where he stepped. The man disappeared over the hill, the crickets, previously startled into silence, resumed their drone. The grass straightened, and the moon reappeared from behind the clouds.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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