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https://enchantedlivingmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/Acr2440114708704018116292-scaled.webp19692560It is a privilege to be the keeper of a historic, quaint cemetery in my small Maine town—a magical place hidden within the forest, accessible by an old wagon trail. The hallowed ground is natural and wild, covered in varieties of spongy moss, wild violets, maiden pinks, white yarrow, pine straw, and crisp fallen leaves. The space is tenderly enveloped by towering oak, white pine, and hemlock trees that come together at their tops to form a protective arch above the stones. The air has an earthy, woodsy, slightly sweet smell that blends naturally and seamlessly with the tendrils of memory upon the wind.