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11 I took my car to it. It was covered in ivy. There were deer. I saw a turtle. The markers looked like motorcycle plates. Some were poured of concrete. The Ns and Ss were backwards. I was talking to Phil about it. Right then, on my cellphone. I saw a ghost in there. I almost expected to. It was two feet tall and quiet. It went between the graves. It had a kind of business. I don’t know what it was. A skinny man. He pushed a small-wheeled carriage. He was made of bluestone. His legs were long. It was a skunk. I said to Phil, it’s a dog that started floating. Or, how small off-leash dogs will glow. It had a nest of cub-ghosts. It started to disappear to places. It wanted out of there. That’s what was coming through to me. This was at dusk. Exactly dusk. The ghost shrank with the darkness. I stepped in a mud puddle. I thought I’d go down Rt. 27. Rt. 27 seemed like the best way home. GLADETOWN CEMETERY ...

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