The fellows chest fell down as he let out a low rumbling grunt. perhaps it was the root the fellow was laying on causing his neck to lay at just the right angle to reverberate his throat as he breathed. Or, perhaps it was because the fellow was quite a boisterous snorer and had been so ever since our hero picked up the pack. (probably even before our hero met the fellow at that)
He cherished the precious moments he had before he fell asleep.
-silence-
"snoaffffffffffaaaaaaagrrreeewwbb" (ya, thats a pretty terrible onomatopoeia, try sleeping next to it)
Before He began his journey he would go on walks to be alone and contemplate. Seeing that he walks all day now that just didn't seem to work anymore. He traced the stars with his eyes. Shapes slowly would come into view and fade. places, people, loved ones, loved one. She was on his mind constantly though he avoided imagining her face. She possessed a thousand hills and he had one and a half changes of clothes. hardly a match made in heaven...
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