These are from the last time I went there. This is the graveyard I was telling you and Ms. M about, that actually started as a fabricated cemetary; the replacement resting place of those dug up from the cemetary that now resides under Navajo lake. Many of my relatives are buried there. Notice how the land still isn't sacred. Behind the cross and the wagon wheel is an oil pump. The cemetary is way out in the middle of no-where. But somehow, it's still beautiful. The sky really does stretch forever; it feels so tall and yet, makes you feel like you can almost touch the clouds. It's surreal. The desert red dirt that somehow allows a delicate yellow flower to grow; the red cracked earth and the almost copper-metalic green sage. And the harsh metal fences and barbed wire.
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Where did you get these gorgeous pictures?
These are from the last time I went there. This is the graveyard I was telling you and Ms. M about, that actually started as a fabricated cemetary; the replacement resting place of those dug up from the cemetary that now resides under Navajo lake. Many of my relatives are buried there. Notice how the land still isn't sacred. Behind the cross and the wagon wheel is an oil pump. The cemetary is way out in the middle of no-where. But somehow, it's still beautiful. The sky really does stretch forever; it feels so tall and yet, makes you feel like you can almost touch the clouds. It's surreal. The desert red dirt that somehow allows a delicate yellow flower to grow; the red cracked earth and the almost copper-metalic green sage. And the harsh metal fences and barbed wire.
Awesome, it is beautiful, rich with history, your history.
Do you have a physical address for this cemetary?
A. Sanchez
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