He watched her from a distance. In the past forty years, she hadn't missed a day. Today, however, was more special than most - it was their anniversary, November 29th. As he leaned against the tree, his eyes followed her footprints through the new-fallen snow. He watched her as she laid the flowers on the ground and wiped the snow from the headstone. Her devotion to her husband, even after his death, was both admirable and beautiful. It broke his heart. He had first discovered her routine four years ago, when he'd happened to visit the graveyard and she was there, standing over that same g...
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