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November 11, 2007
I grew up around the corner from a cemetery. It wasn’t very scary or even particularly haunted. Sure, i wouldn’t walk past it at night, (preferring to cross to the south side of southern), only because scary movies taught me not to walk past a wide, endlessly dark park while alone and potentially scared. Occasionally i would spook and get the willies but i do that now when i pass the darkroom at home.

The cemetery was peaceful, mostly. All those people laying quietly, and grass. A cool, tree-shaded lawn in the middle of all that barren arizona clay.