Last month, a bit later than the peak of fall foliage, I went to Vermont to visit family. On the way I decided to stop by one of the many small cemeteries that dot the state, to see the only monument to the 1918 Pandemic in the United States. It was a beautiful place, graced with stone gates, on a shining autumn day and place where the eternal and the impermanent exist side by side.
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