The only place I could go to talk with my beloved was the North-West corner of the graveyard. In the tranquility of the evening, her beautiful voice could penetrate my psyche, loosen my stiff shoulders and make me smile.
Don't worry, she's still with us. In fact, I'm visiting her now.
Of all the places, how is it that the cemetery is the only place in Beechworth with mobile phone reception?
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