Yes! Another new story? Mmmhmm. Throughout my day of raking, with the only sound of music and the thoughts whirling around in my head, a plot came to me for another story. Hopefully I can type it out as good as it seemed in my head.

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Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark,
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms,
Darkness, darkness everywhere,
Do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity,
The heavy weight of stone.

You don't see what you possess,
A beauty calm and clear,
It floods the sky,
And blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess,
Is skewed by lakes and seas,
The shattered surface,
So imperfect,
Is all that you believe.

I will bring a mirror,
So silver, so exact,
So precise and so pristine,
A perfect pane of glass,
I will set the mirror up,
To face the blackened sky
So you can see your beauty every morning that you rise.

Leaf after leaf, ceased strand of grass, after ceased strand of grass, teensy grain of dirt, after teensy grain of dirt, ant after spider, after random bug, I swept them into a pile with the clumsy metal rake. I heard the song "You are the Moon" by The Hush Sound playing loudly in my ears, the soft piano chords making me not hate working for so long. I looked down, I saw my dirtied, and worn out converse, dirt, a pile of leaves and other dirT. Looking up I saw tree branches, with beautiful Spanish moss hanging from the tree branches, while a teensy bit of sun peeked through, as though apprehensive. The location of the sun told me it had to about 11 in the morning, or noon. I sighed, and looked left, and could see a sunny road, with a few palm tree's skattered hear and there. To my right, there was a moss covered road, bending a block or so down. The covered road looked like it was leading to Paradise or something, it was so stunningly beautiful.


I turned around, and started raking up along the huge moss tree, the same tree that held up all the moss that was towering over my head. The soil was pretty loose, so it was going to be harder than I expected, since I didnt want a pile of leaves, that was half dirt. So I raked a bit deeper, hoping to get all the loose dirt aside, so I could get to the leaves.

Something shimmering in the (almost) three inch hole. I had raked out, not getting any progress made. I bent down, my knee's cracking and groaning. True, I had bad knee's, at only 18, but thank my parents for that. I digress. I dug in the dirt with my fingers a bit more, until I found what it was. I pulled it out of the ground, and shook what dirt I could off of it.

It was a ring, a very old looking ring. And not a ring that looks 10 years old, I mean, it looked hundreds of years old. Maybe about 300. Not by the dirt, and how worn out it was (Though that played part in it) but by the style of it. It just seemed to be older than normal. I looked closerand it the beauty of it just seemed to radiate from every spec of it. I pocketed the ring, while debating whether or not to tell my parents. They might be interested in it, but they also might take it away from me, and I was already very intrigued by this ring.

I picked up the rake, which i had leaned against the tree while looking over the ring, and headed inside. I had been working for about 4 or 5hours, raking, and putting leaves in bags, since about 6:30 in the morning. I was dead tired, not even mentioning my four hours of sleep.

Why, you may ask, am I doing all this work? Well, I am saving working for money, to buy myself new lenses for my camera. All of them had been claimed by the sea, literally. I had been at my uncles fishing place on the sea, that was also connected to a little creek, that connected with a large river. One of the best fishing spots in Florida we had been told.I was out on the deck that was out over the churning sea, my camera bag, which held all my lenses (About 6of them, all cost over 100 dollars), was sitting near the edge of the deck, I know, not smart. Thank God my camera wasn't in there, or I would have died.

Well, my uncles dog, Arch, a huge German Shephard, was also on the deck. He was feeling playful, jumping at everybug, and barking at anything that moved. I also felt playful, so I brought out a laser light, Arches favorite toy. I turned it on, and waved it around, while Arch barked at it, and was sliding all around the deck. But, all in the mist of playing, the camera bag got knocked over the side, and sank. We all think it was Arches tail, but I'm still taking the blame for it. I shouldn't have had the camera bag so close to the edge, or brought out the laser toy.

So here I was raking, and doing other tiring chores for my parents, grandmother, neighbors, aunts, everybody. All in hope to get new lenses. Wait...how did I get on this subject again?