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As I watched the crow land on his tombstone I was worried it would give away what was there, who was there. But it just flew away, it's black wings turning blue as the wings reflected the sunlight. I dropped my half smoked cigarette on the ground, crushing it with my shovel. I looked up at the glaring sun, shielding my eyes with my dirt covered hand, wondering if he was looking down on me from heaven, praying he'd forgive me for every wrong I did. As the desert sun heated my skin, I looked at the grave I created in the middle of nowhere, and said good-bye to my partner, my friend, my dog. COPYRIGHT 2011