Isn't it strange, kind of ironic, that I've found an oasis at a cemetary? The leaves on the trees ablaze, a variety of trees living in harmony.
My x-ray-scopic vision thinks of all the once polished, rotting shoeboxes underground that are filled with our glorious dead.
Even still, the place is beautiful.
My dreams of late have been violent, and filled of chaos.
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