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I grew up around this cemetery. Cemeteries frighten me. They are powerful places of people laid to rest. The rich with the poor; the sick with the accidental death. In the end, our bodies go back to the earth. Today I mourn. I mourn the passing of my precious little nephew who never got to open his eyes and see this world.

Dreaming of summer days waking up in the warm sun.