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2000-10-02 we were driving to the house of my friend who is dying. this neighborhood was once old farm land, so by now there are decades worth of pesticides leeching into the groundwater. I remembered the houses we drove past: the man who died of pancreatic cancer, the women who had lung cancer, the woman who died of ovarian cancer, the man who died of brain cancer. it was october, almost halloween, and there were ghosts tacked up or hanging from most of the trees. | ||||||
