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yesterday i went to graceland cemetary.

not the one where elvis is buried, but this huge well-kept graveyard in chicago.

there are trees there. and grass. and bushes. and a big pond. and all the buildings and noises in the city around it are practically blocked out. all you hear are the leaves being rustled by the wind.

in this city, that's practically a national park.

oh and they have mulberry trees there.

one has branches so low that even *i* can reach them with no problem.

one tree had dropped so much of its fruit on the ground that i felt it was my duty to stand there and eat anything remaining on the branches.

so i did.

oh and, btw, have you seen this?