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Well I do not know what to think today. I for some reason am thinking about that cold day in West Virgina. I was standing on top of a cemetery over looking the West Va hills. The land was dead in some parts and in some parts it was still dieing. Man that day was pure poetry. It could have not been written in a movie any better. She was dead and perfect. The plot was meaningful, and the ending was perfect. How she lay under the overcast with a more forgiving soul in her mind.