Passing by the graveyard on my way to work everyday was certainly impactful for my sense of perspective on everything.
But to try and alleviate that, I made a habit of keeping track of the status and upkeep on the various gravesites.
And then, one morning, the one nearest the fence had a black rose on it, and while I'm not proud, I lifted it, my workmate thought it was cool.
But ever since, no matter how many I take, there's always another one waiting. Eventually I hung around one night to find the leaver.
Didn't expect it coming upwards...
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