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Eight Miler to the Cemetery


Cemetery Trees: maybe a Bonsai version of this is in the works

Some thoughts during my mother's birthday weekend:

It's the first time my sister will celebrate her birthday on her own.

It's exactly eight miles from our doorstep to the grave plot of my parents if you take the Elston/Milwaukee route into Niles.

Nothing is the same.

Running is routine, the art making has yet to catch up.

I miss her.


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