I live across the way from a cemetery*. It is nestled above me in the hills and the graves are hidden in it's green folds; away from sight and speculation. I can avoid the sign announcing it's presence at the bottom of a curvy path that dips and dives in sight and out up higher and higher until it disappears. I can ignore the flower shops at
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I miss and love you muchos too.
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