When I was eight, I dreamed I was standing outside my school on the grass with my classmates, waiting for my mother to pick me up, when the boys and girls around me began to sink silently into the ground. Where each had stood, a tombstone rose. I was alone, surrounded by tombstones.
Now that I am old, old and older, the tombstones are real.
~ Text and photo by Russ Allison Loar
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