My Mother is Buried My mother is buried on wind-swept high-ground in a tiny ignored cemetery. The grass-spare plots are surrounded by immaculate plowed fields that never see a crop. Every month I buy artificial flowers at Wal-Mart and stuff them into a cone filled with green styrofoam, then I get on my knees and…

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