I didn’t know it until a few months ago, but there is a graveyard behind my home. It had been covered by a thicket of weeds, roots and limbs that hid everything but the trees. Once they cleared it away, there amongst the leaves were over forty headstones dating from the 1800’s. As a child, I played amongst the graves because it was the only place to play. As an adult, rather than find it morbid, I find it comforting. I’m on the other side of the fence…at least for one more day.
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