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On a recent vacation to the mountains of Virginia, there was an old cemetery close to where we were staying. I stopped by it one day looking at some of the older tomb stones checking the dates written on them. While doing so, an older gentleman stopped by wondering if I had a relative buried there and if he could be of any assistance finding their grave. I told him that I was just admiring some of the old tombstones, fulfilling my love for history.
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