We all think we are immortal until we get sick or suddenly come to the end of our own personal journey. It's all such an abstraction until the moment it no longer can be put away in the back of the cupboard in our minds. My wish is for everyone to live a good and satisfying life. And when it finally comes time, may you be covered with flowers and sunlight, acting as a reminder to others whom pass by, there is still so much more love they have yet to give in their own lives.
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@HannahSky one of those small inbetween town along a long stretch of highway in southern Oregon. So many of these little cemeteries almost everywhere rural along the west coast, usually along highways, or maybe that just where you notice the ones that got put there.
