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  • You get this feeling, the urgency, this strange sensation when you cross paths with a moment in time poised full of potential for the perfect photograph.

    I had biked an hour across town to visit a state park. I had my destination in mind and I continued to bike past the rickety sign at first.

    Something called me back, something suggested I return, something tugged at my heart until I turned around, lay my bike against the fence, and strolled under the awning and into an abandoned graveyard.

    All of these moments in time. Press record. Snap a photo. Upload your video. But there's nothing better than walking along within a time capsule. The mourners of these graves have long-since passed. There is no one left to remember them.

    So I will. I will remember and cherish these markers. Just lay here with me while the glow of this Indian summer's sun lays itself to rest.
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