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  • I went with a friend to visit her daughter at the cemetery. If she had survived, she would have been twenty-five.
    She was interred in the children's section. Many children there, and placed so closely together, I can't can be too much. (Never mind landscaping.) Altogether too hard.

    And still, I find a peace in a cemetery. And if not peace, then a reverent quiet. If it has been around long enough, there can be a great deal of history there.
    We had a mini picnic, and toasted her daughter.
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