Hill Street

There's a graveyard I pass by every day. It's on a hill on the way to my university. It's surrounded with houses from every side and fenced with low walls, big trees and butterflies.

I never noticed it until lately when I saw a group of people standing on its gate. And ever since then; I stare at the graves every time I pass by. It brings me peace in a way. But it's just for a second, and then I'm gone.

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