I found this cemetery when doing a search for a missing person
I walked up, toed the rock that kept the gate closed, and walked into
a place that stirred my soul. It pulled at my soul to think of those who
came following a dream. Those who came and worked, lived and spent
their days working this area
No longer is the area a boom, it is a sad shadow of itself.
And those who lived and died are remembered by few.
Names long faded by the desert sun.
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