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The man stands like a silhouette in the dark. Thunder lights up his shadow. The rain hits him constantly. It is heavy and very cold. He is unaware. He walks past the graveyard toward his destination. To a culvert overgrown with vines and weeds. Untouched for many years. Or so it seems. In one hand he carries a spade, in the other, a pick. Suddenly, the man begins to dig. There is a fury to his digging. A need or an inner want. He digs like a man possessed. He constantly mumbles to himself. No real words, just a hunger. A deep desire. Finally, he reaches his destination.