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I stop at the old cemetery; I don’t know why. the wind is crazy, here at the top of the hill. a gravemarker (the woman beneath a willow tree) catches my attention. I can’t read any of the words — algae runs like tears.
 
I wonder who this woman loved so much that she set herself in stone.

 

mindful writing day

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