At the Graveyard where many friends lay and family two. Mom died January 16th 2011 and she still hasn't found her way there. Dad is there and the little one (whose name I grew up supressing the mention of) And there just happens to be a graveyard of dead pine trees standing as silenced withenss of the envirnonment-i-cide we have brought about.
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