All fall, there's been a transformation at this grave in Van Horn. First the hole, then the mound, then the mound completely covered with heaps of flowers, then bare mound again.
All of a sudden all of this appeared, the paint on the chairs still wet, and every item appearing to be deliberately set in place. Someone in the family has made a happy spot. The wind sometimes blows the orange dinosaur on its side, but someone always sets him upright again.
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