The field with its unmarked graveyard hides in the woods behind the old state hospital. In the summer it’s covered in tall grasses. In winter when the snow is high, the footprints of deer and smaller creatures press down below the surface. Children ride their sleds from one end to the other while men in orange vests pause for a moment before disappearing into the trees.
Still, Grandpa and I always knew it wasn’t a place for sleds or laughter.
Five-hundred-and-eighty-four small stones.
Five-hundred-and-eighty-four hospital inmates almost entirely forgotten.
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