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Grieving the loss of her only son,
the young widow returned to her childhood home.
The night sky stretched out from lullaby to dirge.
Slowly, she drove past the house where she was raised,
the places she once knew.
She parked at the cemetary. Every living relative had moved
without a trace. But she was not disturbed.
She had kept close touch with the dead,
and they were dependable..
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Anna
Wonderful but sad write
Sincerely,
Chase