My mom is really into genealogy, and when I was a kid, we always had to stop at old graveyards to look for our ancestors. Even when we were traveling in places where our family had never lived, she liked to stop and take a look. Something about the old fashioned names and the words people choose to carve in stone, I guess. It’s a wonder I didn’t grow up more Goth than I did, but I do seem to have inherited her penchant for graveyards.
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