Jerome sticks to Cleopatra hill like a fragile necklace.
We learned about the Jerome cemetery from a ghost. He was an old-timer narrating a historic video at the Copper Mining Museum. He looked like an actor, but who are we to judge? The ghost didn't divulge the cemetery location, but we found it anyway, isolated on the precipice of a scraggly, barren hill. It was spooky. It was lonely. It was hotter than a brothel in August, melting into the sand like a mirage.
Take a walk among the dead...
"The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise." Erica Jong
My shadow lurks in an iron purgatory.
"Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to." Richard Harris Barham
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