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December 12, 2020
That was yesterday. It rained most of the day. When it was not raining, it was threatening rain. Dark clouds hanging low with even darker edges. I was out walking even though it was still cold. Not one of those summer days when, barefoot as a child you would step in puddles in the yard and the water would feel warm against your feet. When the sun would sparkle in the water through blades of grass, clover, and weeds, most of which I will never know names for. No, yesterday was bleak. Yesterday was the cemetery side of the property.