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They Dream of Dayton

Downtown Dayton cityscape can be seen clearly (on a clear day) from the grassy knoll on top of the Woodlands cemetery. Most of the more fancy mausoleums face any other way though, as if the successfully dead had prospered and were now disinterested in local legends. The bones of great men and women are restless here however, they turn over the decades, pull time over their skulls like overly stuffed quilts. They won't look now at that once prosperous and inventive city they are done with fame but on a clear night the city lights illumine their sad spirits as they dream of the degradation of their once industrious history, watch the unfolding decay of their works one dirty, burned-out city block at a time.

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