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I walk slowly, afraid of what I will see.
The air is creepy. I feel the dampness in me.
The sky is no help. It is useless and gray.
As I get closer I can smell death in the air.
I could cut the air with a knife if I had one.
Not a sound is heard, not even the birds.
I try to remember what it looked like before.
It is not easy. I walk closer than before.
I can hear my steps as I walk the path.
Everything is dark. No bright colors can I see.
This is a very sad day for me.
Now that I am there, everything I see lies lifeless.
There it is right in front for me to see.
My eyes dance across the death.
Every living thing I planted is dead.
What is left for me to do?
Get my tiller out and turn the soil one last time.
My garden is dead till next year.
