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		<title>A Beast Sprang as I Stared at Henry James’s Grave</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>We should have stayed away. All that squabbling about the route, R saying he didn’t want to walk on dead people’s bones, and what’s the point of staring at dirt, grass, stone, when there’s nothing there to speak of but what’s gone? I’ve had enough of cemeteries, he said, having started young to collect his&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Driving through a Cemetery in a Town You Just Moved To</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In this stone sea of unfamiliar names that will become familiar, given time, there rolls a rustling quietness, which tames your rambling nerves. The markers, stained with grime, stand rigid as sentinels, and here and there a mausoleum dwarfs their gravitas, as if to shout to the silencing air, Here lies a man with money&#8230;</p>
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