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I've always had a strange fascination with cemeteries. Not in a macabre or even Tim Burton-esque sense, but because they always seem so peaceful.
You can wander or stand still, have your eyes open or lids drawn and you still feel the same. It's a different kind of euphoria. One that doesn't rush up and drag you along, but one that waits with one hand extended, beckoning.
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