Some days, you park under a tree, walk clear to where you know all the Allens in the Gallatin cemetery are, fail to find Eliza Allen yet again, come back toward the car, and find the grave not twenty feet from where you’ve parked.
Some days, you park under a tree, walk clear to where you know all the Allens in the Gallatin cemetery are, fail to find Eliza Allen yet again, come back toward the car, and find the grave not twenty feet from where you’ve parked.
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