I owe it to myself

She had discovered a rather peculair thing. Outaide ofone of the mine entrance were two graves. It appeared they had been battered by the weather. Weeds and the like grew from the mounds. Voodoo had taken it upon herself to tend to the graves. She weeded it and then looked around.

If she could just find the right flowers she wanted to decorate them around the edges like a garden of rememberance. Silently as she worked her mind toiled over the bodies buried below. What lives had they lived? Who mourned them? So many questions and the dead of course could not answer.