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Every time I wandered around a cemetery as a kid, I felt calm. Inspired, even. My dad guided me through the history, telling stories of...

Sweeping across dirt, the cold breeze tugs at brown, waterlogged leaves. It rained yesterday. Small red berries, like bits of melon,...

The sun sets on wrinkled rose hips. They bob beside the tracks approaching Grand Avenue while underneath a leafless tree floats a ghost...