Seem drawn to this cemetery theme. It was a cemetery setting atop a wind swept hill. The wind was blowing down from the East, out of the Columbia Gorge. Chilly, unsettling. As I gazed down at this family’s progression of loss, I imagined the family standing atop this hill, once again, suffering the loss of a child. Even one child seems unfathomable.  

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