Monday, October 18, 2010

"The grounds are overrun with squeaking ground squirrels and the haphazard night camps of vagrants. Here, a broken and weeping stone angel -- the 'Angel of Grief' -- mourns the loss of [NAME REDACTED]. The angel decays in the center of a long-neglected monument rimmed by rusting iron gates and an impressive skirt of small, broken, black-and-white tiles.

Barely visible dirt paths, bike paths and forgotten roads lead to an abandoned succulent and cacti garden hidden behind a looming ring of eucalyptus trees. Although the garden's former glory has mostly eroded into wilderness, it's still apparent in towering ancient desert specimens now grown into trees, and in recently cleared rusty, stone edging which barely marks the intricate borders of the garden in its prime."

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