The Enormous Talent
A small wooden sign, whose background is green in color, with white Olde English letters, stands on two neat wooden posts just outside the entrance to the cemetery. Below it, another green placard, about the size of a street sign, in white letters says “graves and plots available.” Once you pass through the entrance, which is brick and arches grandly overhead, a still energy presses softly against your skin, as if the atmosphere in here is greater than outside. But just a little. You feel like...
