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  • I love cemeteries. I love the quiet, still, tranquil peace that drapes itself over me and settles like a shadow at rest. I love the solitude that surrounds me; being alone, but not lonely. Separated from those who have gone before me only by the ground under my feet and the days and years that have passed, I feel a part of. I can hear the slightest movements of Earth's nature around me beckoning me to drink in the here; sip from the now. Yes, we have today. That is for certain.
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