Today, Catherine and I decided to look for the cemetery again, and... we found it.
In about five minutes flat.
Yeah.
Courtney, I'm not saying you were bad luck, but...
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It was very secluded and very enchanted. The headstones were broken down or covered in vines and dirt, and the sunlight slanted weakly through a thick roof of tree branches. It was a corner of the world hidden from the fast pace of life... a place where people have stood and mourned, a place where flowers have been planted, a place where people are supposed to be remembered, but have mostly been forgotten...
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And Alfred Smith turned out to be Alfred McCowen. Yes, disconcerting, I know. But there his grave was. And there it will be until the moon and stars pass away... or an earthquake comes and the ground folds up on itself. (I don't actually think that's what technically happens during an earthquake, but whatever. I'm too lazy to go look it up on wikipedia.)
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It's because you wouldn't let me take the lead last time.
Mr. McCown Head stone looks good for someone who passed in 1857. And when the LORD returns the first time, hopefully Mr. McCown will be one of those who goes up to meet him before the rest of us(1 Thessalonains 4:16). What a sight for young explorers to witness at his resting place!
In five minutes.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHhahaha.....ain't that the way it goes.
I spotted it.
(warning: Katie will deny this,but she is wrong ;)
Catherine
Oh wow. An old cemetery is the only thing that could make a visit to your house more awesome than it already is.
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