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the_graveyard_scene
birdmad passenger seat of my brother's car, looking out over the interchange ramp

the cemetery is a silent oasis against the cacophonous flow of traffic, a patch of green amid the barren dirt and rust

tiny and nearly invisible from the height from which we are passing, there are jackrabbits running about among the headstones

it's a long way down.

the car is silent except for the murmur of the whells on the concrete and the thrum of the air conditioner, mitigating the vicious heat.
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