Found this in a notebook while looking for something else I'd written down ... No idea when I wrote it or what I was thinking at the time.

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Iowa. She had returned. The years had not changed the landscape, at least note here.

Sylvia Carter had grown up here, only a few minutes - by shuttle - from Kansas City. it was here that she had met David, fallen in love, and then married him.

And it was here, at Oak Ridge Cemetery, that she would remain.

Twenty-five years ago today, Sylvia and David were buried next to each other, leaving their only daughter an orphan.

Sylvia's parents were already gone, and David's family couldn't be bothered with a child.

With their deaths, she had become

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And that's it. I obviously wrote it, cuz it's my handwriting, but I don't remember any of it. And it's starting out in a rather down beat, I think.

Weird.