micah was a nature, book and art enthusiast. he carried a thick bound book wherever he went. he enjoyed building pieces of art in his leather cover sketch book and even admired going to art museums and was always fascinated by the unique works. although, above all things, nature had always left him breathless. he would always take me on hikes up the steep mountains, walks through the parks and would sit down by the river after riding his bike and would read for a few solid hours.
he was a good soul, indeed. flawed, of course, but what made him so outstanding to me was how he didn't let his flaws control what he wanted to do in life. he simply acknowledged them and surpassed them.
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he was, he is
Short Storyhis time on earth was over, but his memory lived on. . . . for rebecca. [lower-case intended!]
