As a high schooler living in Gustine, I spent countless afternoons riding my ATV down Cottonwood Road on the outskirts of town. Every time I passed the quiet stretch of fields and dairies, I felt an unexplained pull toward the chain‑link fence with the wooden sign reading “Cottonwood Cemetery.”
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