Wind swirled dry leaves around the crumbling stone cross. She traced faded letters with chilled fingertips, worn so smooth they were unreadable. #Someone had #loved this person deeply. She closed her eyes against ghostly visions of mourners lingering at the grave.
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Andrea Crossett — 09/12/22
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Infinite Monkey Theorem 