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  • Me and my son visited my sister and his cousins last week. We walked through the woods outside the small town she lives in. In the middle of nothing lies the cholera cemetery. Cholera struck the area in 1834, and killed 49 of the people in the small village. The place is peaceful and beautiful. I'm glad my sister brought us to see it. A lovely place for a sunday walk. And another horrible place to be in when the zombie apocalypse begins.
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