The work was unending. It always had been, always would be.
Why was it like that, it wondered to itself as it blinked along with the rest.
On, off, on, off.
The rest did not have an answer for it.
On, off, on, off.
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The stone that marked the grave sat alone in the clearing, speckled with shadow from the trees and vines above. The last time Aron had been here had been Chung Yeung. Lachlan's mother had come too and they'd managed to completely clear away all the greeness that had grown during the summer.
It was winter now yet the grasses and vines had nearly competely overgrown the stone again. But Aron didn't mind. He liked to have something to do when he came, something to distract himself each time he saw Lachlan's name on the stone.
