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		<aboutMe>Hmm..  What to say?  The picture...there was this very old path in the forest behind the house I grew up in during the 60s and 70s.  It went past an abandoned graveyard that was old by the time of the American Civil War.  I played there, walked my dogs there, hunted rabbits and groundhogs nearby, and went there to drink with my friends at night.  I seem to recall talking to things there most others couldn&apos;t see or hear, though memory is a tricky thing after so many years.  I keep my memories of it in a corner of my mind and go there when I need to hide.  The picture is part of the cover of a book on an unrelated topic, but the first time I saw it I felt as if the artist had somehow seen inside me, knew something of what I was seeing there.</aboutMe>
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