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  • "Potter," the slate reads in handcut letters, "Jan 1850."

    Who had no money for a better headstone? Who painstakingly cut in the letters and then scrawled a year?

    Was it cold the day Potter was buried? Was there howling snow, or only a heavy damp cold that weighed down the mourners? Did the hearse wait nearby, and did its horses' breath cloud the air?

    Or were you already falling away from the words, the images, until they weren't even memories?
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