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We stand where every life is marked in stone.
Wildflowers grow in dust dappled grass,
We say goodbye, turn and drive away.
In rearview mirror, dust swirls and dances,
This the will, the way of life,
Everything returns to dust.




The Quickie Challenge
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By Sallee

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