Graveyard Trees

An old oak tree in my local graveyard surrounded by headstones marking their respective dead. Some of the interred lived and died over two hundred years ago, while others left the world this year. Where do we go when we die, the bodies of expats, in this ever crowded city? Do we belong in the earth of our adopted country, or should our ashes be tossed into a powerful wind, forgotten in a puff of smoke, like a magic trick?

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