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New Year's Eve
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The sod is saturated here. The rivers slide their cappuccino fingers through the trees. Dead derelicts, scoured from their dens bob softly seaward. Nothing interrupts the lawn's flat plane. How difficult must it have been to leave a child, cold beneath the birches on the east slope of this cemetery?
Almost twenty years. Still, I walk unerringly to the grave of someone else's child. I scrape dead leaves from the marker's face. My fingers trace the dates, March 23, 1976 to November 29, 1979. The tracks of heavy trucks have cut the slope just south of here. A dozen tiny potholes mark their way.
E. M. McMahon, Jr
Seattle, Wash
Arch Pediatr Adolesc Med. 2001;155:469.
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